Monday, June 02, 2003
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
I've been assigned parking space #7. This is the raccoon on the totem pole, maybe even the small bear. Somewhere quite far down from raven, but nowhere near as far down as frog. I've also been assigned the slowest computer known to man. It's running Windows 95. This is slightly better than the 386/DOS dinosaur that I bought to do all my papers for my Master's degree, but only by one species on the totem pole. My 386/DOS was a frog. This old PC is a lemming.
Very little has happened on my first day as story editor on the cop show. We hooked up our computers. The intern and other writers arrived. We ate (bagel, peanut butter), wandered around, printed two scripts, checked out the preproduction crew for cuties (so far, so good), ate more (pork tenderloin), rolled on the floor, made lists of furniture needs, tested couches, photocopied two scripts, opened and closed blinds, were hugged by one of the construction crew, plotted the use of the garden terrarium (smoking + dog storage). The work kicks in tomorrow. "Work". The phone guy said "Do you guys come up with the ideas or write the scripts?" "Both," I said. "Hmph," said he, "I don't know how you do it." Meanwhile, he was rigging up our LAN lines and configuring our phones. Who has the harder job, the one requiring more grey matter? We'll see. I still have yet to check out craft services, and if there aren't any gummy bears, then I have the more taxing occupation.
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