Pieces of a Day

Happy Friday, world. Life always seems better on a Friday.

The Work Thing
Stop effing popping popcorn! The buttery smell permeates the entire open-air confines of the office, traveling to the heart of every single cubicle, which is part of a layout of the largest cube that is the entire office on the first floor. Bleh. Buttery butteryness.

The shipping/delivery guy is here. He wears a green t-shirt with a huge graphic screenprint on the back that says, “Who’s Your Crawdaddy?”

Creepy guys. How many of you are there? Or the ones with the beady eyes? You’re a tool, you’re a tool. You’re a big, fat tool.

Stop wearing cologne at work! If you shower, you’re good – do the universe a favor and just pop the Altoids.

“Do not ship liquids, blood or diagnostics in this packaging.” WHO IS SHIPPING LIQUIDS, BLOOD, OR DIAGNOSTICS through FedEx packaging? Honestly.

Heroes this week
How creepy is Zachary Quinto as Sylar?
I can’t stop staring at Milo Ventimiglia’s lip and the weird angle at which it hangs.
And FINALLY the characters on Heroes share scenes together again. Can’t wait to see what happens with Hiro and Peter Petrelli. Nice cliffhanger, peacock. Hopefully there won’t be too much layover time between the writer’s strike-induced gap between eps. Don’t want last year’s fizzling steam to déjà vu.

On personal gastronomics:
Lately a hankering for pie. And today one for cheese popcorn. Yes, the kind that gets all over your fingers. The Smartfood brand is also quite satisfying. Maybe I should strike up a deal with Herr’s, Tastykake, and Smartfood. You know, when I’m loaded. Starving writers like food.

COTW: Extraordinarily attractive people work ordinary jobs.
It’s the daily grind – work, errands, food, sleep. I pick up my cup ‘o joe at the cafe near my office (at least for the time being). No, our eyes do not meet. But he does take my order for a smoky-flavored mocha. I do a double take. He’s broad-shouldered with clear skin and dark hair. The face is easy on the eyes. What are you doing working here? Shouldn’t you be modeling or something? He could be – and this barista gig is his day job. Or maybe he’s decided he doesn’t want to model and isn’t into the industry. But seriously – it’s amazing to see people at menial jobs that seem like they would clearly excel in other areas. Wow.

Going Out and this week's COTW

The long holiday weekend brought some much needed relaxation and overindulgence of pie and such. Went to a recent outing with the chicas this weekend. Ate too much food on Thursday, reluctantly yet somehow made it to the Glendale mall on Friday morning, with a little help from un café, and hit up a salsa club. Oh yeah - went to my local cineplex to start catching up on holiday flicks.
Notes to self: Porto’s tuna melt is delicious. Do not shop on Black Friday. I heart coffee.

COTW
More attraction factors – boosting the attractiveness quotient.

Sweater under leather-jacket paired with ripped-up jeans combo. I could make out with those antique-rinse weathered jeans.
Saw August Rush this weekend. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, how adorable are you?! (Thanks, wardrobe supervisor Pam Aaron.) His character in the film was rockin’ the heathered rollneck sweater under camel leather jacket, with a pair of faded jeans that have seen its fair share of good days and bad. You’re killin’ me, Meyers.

Salsa dancing. Okay – basically any gentleman whom is truly schooled in the steps, is not rhythmically challenged – and – well, that’s pretty much it. Oh yeah – if you have bad breath and are not packin’ the Altoids – stop talking to me so much – please keep the mouth closed and dance.
Some tips and tricks as far as salsa goes: when men lead and know the steps, it’s a five-star event. It may be fun for you to turn the lady those 360 degrees, but not so much for her when experiencing back-to-back turns and a dose of vertigo. Dance with care.

Bite-Sized Post and COTW

It's been awhile since my last post - but honestly, not that much new is going on. The writers are out and about picketing; I'm just trying to survive during a particularly lean market of available entertainment industry jobs.

I just had my first chocolate croissant in three or four years. I think the last time I had them was when I was in D.C. and went to the Au Bon Pain on campus. Those things are scrumptious. Something tells me that the holidays, as usual, are not going to be good to my body mass index. Are they ever good to anybody? Well, maybe to the pockets of the scoundrels in the Bally Total Fitness Membership Office come January.

With the approaching holidays, I must say that I'm looking forward to not shopping in stores and doing my minimalist shopping online. Hey, I'm a struggling assistant. On a recent visit to the Burbank Media Center mall during the first weekend of November, the thirty-plus people waiting in line for the register at a women's clothing retailer was enough to turn me off. That, the cranky salespeople (aren't the customers supposed to be the irritated ones?) and screaming kids that parents let run amok are enough for me. I don't need more stress in my life. I wonder what the average stress levels are for the Los Angeles area resident.

Latest COTW

Comedians. Something about being intelligent, quick-witted, and attractive. Or maybe it's the sense of humor that increases someone's appeal.

COTW and Working Woes

There's the good and the bad. I always like hearing bad news first, so..

Working Woes
Getting my 9-to-5 off my chest.

Her: Slide it into this envelope here, like this. That’s what you’re gonna do for this stack right here.
Me (internally): I’m sorry, I don’t speak moron. I got a ridiculously high score on my SATs, so I’m probably incredibly smarter than you’ve ever been, and I’m a two-time regional spelling bee champ. Why are you speaking so loudly? Shut the hell up. I’m standing right next to you – use your 12 inch voice. I guess you were ATD in school, huh.
Me (verbally): Okay, I’ll take care of it.

At least it’s all just temporary. I can’t be the only genius brain with a passion for writing whom is stuck doing unnoticed, unfulfilling work all day. I mean, there must be others out there, right?

I wonder how many minutes or hours of work the average person accomplishes on a given day. Seriously. I am amazed that what I’m doing can substantially constitute a person’s full-time, salaried position. It’s just not busy enough. I have caught up on my trades and emails, and trying not to be sitting here reading a book since it seems a little faux pas. The value of mental stimulation – is definitely underrated. Hard to be upbeat and creative when you’re stuck in a white cubicle.

Crush-Of-The-Week
For this week’s edition of COTW, I decided to forego the fully developed crush profile. There are numerous individual qualities that boost a gentleman’s attractiveness factor (beyond the fundamentals of having a sense of humor, being passionate, articulate, intelligent, etc.). Here are a few that came up this week:

British accents.

Ugly Christmas sweaters. (Yeah, I know. But still.)

Argyle. Who doesn't love a person in touch with their inner preppy?

Tattoos. Depend on type and size, of course. Something about an individual willing to commit a permanent marking on their own body for a lifetime. (Outside of the world of laser surgery, of course.)