Oh Shit!

I had a fairly shitty start to my work day. A classic case of the "Mondays." I just can't stand being there or doing the same old shit everyday. It has been over a year now, more than long enough to try any one's patience. I felt crappy before I got there, (as the Men in my life may have noticed), and I felt crappy once I started. Somehow I got through it. Perhaps because they did steam cleaning today and that cut down dramatically on my vacuuming. (Although truth be told I get pissed off when they steam clean because to my cleaner's eyes I just see so much stuff that they miss).

Anyway! I actually finished on time which is usually a cause for celebration. But no, that's not the best thing to happen to me tonight. Not by a long shot. On my way home from the tram stop I usually stop to piggy-back some free wireless on my iPod touch; check the weather and my email. All I got was one email, but it was very exciting. It was from my old boss David and though extremely short it was good news. In fact all it said was: Amy, We've been invited by Disney USA to submit scripts for the series. D.

Hence the "Oh Shit!" Which was my initial reply to him. It's just shocking, and the last thing I was expecting to hear. Now that I've calmed down a bit I have to ask him what this actually means. And I also have to admit that I haven't been working on my script since last year. Once I stopped to go overseas I never really got started again. FUCK! Talk about screwing up. I've already replied asking him to tell me everything and what is expected, (if anything), of me now at this stage. [Omigod! We've reached another stage!!] But now I have to wait and see what that means.


I shall enjoy the the lift in my spirits for now though, as you can see in my photo. That's also the book I was so supposed to adapt into a script. I have started! But yes I may have shot myself in the foot by giving up so recently. That foot that wanted to get in the door.

No Need To Rush

That's what one of my boss's told me and a fellow cleaner during a lecture on vacuuming and looking after our extension cords. They catch and tear a lot. It sucks – get it? That was terrible!

I have to laugh at that comment. What with all the overtime I do. I wanted to quit (again). I’m trying to work out when to hand in my notice. Got some birthdays coming up and I do like to give presents. Hmm. How can I leave without another job? I HATE being on the dole.

I sent David an email today. On Monday I had sent a text saying: After careless procrastination I’ve decided I’m not a scriptwriter. Thanks anyway, Amy. I was dreading getting an “Okay” reply. (So dismissive, so male, “okay”). It’s all right it didn’t happen, I didn’t hear anything from him. So I emailed him. That got a reply. I don’t know why I wrote this but I said I might run away with Terry; even though he’s old enough to be my father. Because what have I got to live for here? David said we should talk about it before I “run off with my chap.” Just about the scriptwriting I hope! God, how embarrassing would it be to talk about running away. I wouldn't do that to Terry. I'm a bitch but not that much. I'd only go live with him if that's what I truly wanted to do. At the moment the offer just feels like taking the easy way out, cheating.

I emailed David to say I was hasty and if he’s ignoring my text I’m willing to as well. I haven’t really given it a proper go yet. It really is too early to come to the conclusion that I can’t be a scriptwriter. He agreed. I also told him I won’t be getting it finished by the end of this month. I honestly have no idea how long it will take me to write a half hour script.

Is there any reason to rush? Saying "No" takes some arbitrary weight off me. It may take David longer to help me but once I’ve done it I’ll feel better about myself. And the way things stand it's not like Go Girl! is waiting for stories to shoot. The job I was offered was Script Supervisor not writer. Although if I was given the chance I'd go for it.

Office Romance

I don’t know. There really should be a question mark after that heading. There was a man and woman at work tonight that seemed awfully friendly towards each other. Like if they were a couple that would be okay, but if they were just colleagues some eyebrows may be raised. They were alone at the time, (well obviously I don’t count).

I could hear her laughing a lot but she may have been on the phone. They did seem to get silly together later on. God it’s none of my business but I couldn’t help thinking about it and affairs in general. I found it akin to walking in on your parents. I don’t want to know! I never have walked in on my parents during sex – thank God! I did remember one thing from my childhood though. When we were living in PNG I was in their bedroom and I found scrunched up and used toilet paper and thought what’s that about? It was quite a few years before I worked that out but even with the distance of time I still don’t want to know! I could block some of their playfulness out having the vacuum cleaner on. But I still found it kind of uncomfortable.

I’ve been having problems with my vacuum cleaner lately. It’ll just stop. I have to bend over further than normal and shake the pack on my back. So I’m guessing it could be wiring. Help me Garry! I was thinking about you tonight too. I wonder why? *smirk* Wondering if you could do some maintenance for me after hours. I could show you my storeroom and anything else you might like to see.

No I wouldn’t want to do it at work. A couple of people I’ve met in chat have asked if I have before or suggested they just pop over to “visit” me. There are several reasons why that wouldn’t work. First I work on a floor that is never closed. The parking inspectors work on shifts all day as far as I can tell. Second I don’t see where we could do it. My storeroom is quite small and I have no desire to do it in a disabled toilet or even a regular toilet. No desire is the key. I hate my job and I don’t imagine getting in the mood there. Last of all I’m busy the whole time often working overtime. (Without pay thank you very much!)

I don’t see why there wouldn’t be office romances, illicit or otherwise, going on. I just never thought about it before; my perspective on my workplace has expanded again. Although to be honest I don’t want to think about it either. It gets me to thinking about affairs again and more guiltily my role in them. Needless to say I am very undecided on that topic.