Today I had a surprising conversation with Jody, the director of my unit. She mentioned that at a recent meeting my name was tossed around. Apparently the executive director’s assistant, Ann—a sharp and straight-shooting woman—mentioned that several people in the department are interested in my work. A few people have casually offered me opportunities in their units, but I’ve never given them much thought. I just barely have a grasp of what I’m doing, I’m not sure if I want to start at the bottom again.
It was nice to hear that I’m, “One to watch.” I’m like practically famous! I’ll try not to get a big head. I think it’s safe to say that the executive director may even know my name now. I’ve only seen him a few times, but I don’t expect him to remember me out of his four hundred plus employees.
I’m actually rather surprised that I’ve garnered any sort of reputation beyond my mistakes. I tend to make them by the dozens, but at this point in my life I’m used to owning up to them. I think temping really taught me to have little fear of consequences. (I could always just walk away, and at the end of the day, no one cares as long as you get the job done.) Perhaps it’s foolish to think all of my mistakes will go unpunished, but it gets me through the day!
When I spoke to The Pink Fairy yesterday she discussed her fiancés theory on choices and consequences. He thinks that life has the most potential when we’re about 18 years old. All of the decisions we make affect our opportunities in the future. Things that were once an option don’t stay that way forever. I certainly understand this way of thinking, but I have to hope that life isn’t set in stone. Despite bad decisions, I’d like to think I can regain my footing and keep climbing. Just because I wasn’t brave enough to pursue certain dreams at a particular age shouldn’t mean I’ll never have the chance to be a fulfilled, self-actualized adult. A girl’s got to have goals.
I had every intention of sitting down early in the evening to write something—well, good—as opposed to utter randomness. Then I got a phone call from The Pink Fairy who is in Queens, so that plan was shot to hell. I’m not sure how long we were on the phone, but I finally can relate to this boy I used to know about a million years ago. He asked me once if my ear ever hurt from talking so long on the phone. I told him, “Of course not, don’t be absurd.” But now my ear is sore, so I must be getting weak in my advanced age, or my ears have a newfound sensitivity. Evs. (My new favorite word that I’m stealing from Rock Star’s Toby Rand.)
It was fabulous getting to catch up with The Pink Fairy. She’s already planning her wedding day—it’s going to be pink and silver themed and she already has the favors picked out. As she went on and on about pink and grey M&Ms (because they don’t have silver), I started thinking about the best sweet shop I’ve ever been to, Dylan’s Candy Bar. The picture on my LastFM account is from the landing in the stairwell of Dylan’s. It says, “May each step you take be sweet,” spelled out in candy. Yum.
I should probably cut back on the sweets if I’m going to be a bridesmaid. I guess it’s the least I could do for the bride—you know, not look like a stuffed marshmallow in her as-yet-to-be-found-and-purchased silver bridesmaid dresses. It’s me and carrots, baby, until Summer 2007! Well, I’ll start the diet just as soon as I polish off my desk drawer of fun size candy bars. It’s the Bridget Jones method of weight loss.
After my very long chat, I watched the Gilmore Girls season seven premiere. It’s practically a national holiday for Sarakastic. She has a great episode review up at GilmoreGirlsFanatic.com, and several cute posts about her first snow day, and her season seven wish list. Check it out, my friends, for I know you need some mid-day amusement at your humdrum job. It can’t just be me!
The only thing left to discuss is which Gilmore character has the most Gal Pal potential? I think season six Rory would have done splendidly; she was a mess! Now she’s got her shit together and has a fabulous apartment. Nah. I’ll take Lane. She wasn’t around in this episode, but she defied her mamma last season and lived to tell about it. That’s my girl!
It’s that time of year again—yes pilot and premiere season. Girl Friday is a champion of fine programming, whether it takes place on a battlestar, in a small ocean-side town, has a cozy diner, or a local bar that serves way too much tequila. Since I’m still quite fried from work, I think I’ll chat with you about what’s on my tube, saved on the DVR, and what’s getting a season pass on the Tivo. Yes, I have a generic DVR for my hi-def programming and a Tivo— because I told you I love TeeVee.
Hark! Potential spoilers abound! Oh! And let’s play a game of Find the Gal Pal! See if you agree with my selections from each cast.
The Office: I’m a Jammer (that’s a Jim and Pam shipper) and I was disappointed not to see at least one scene with my goofy Jim and frizzy Pam. Watching Michael kiss Oscar in hi-def was probably the most disgusting thing ever. I could feel Michael’s stale breath on poor Oscar (our TV is that good, or bad as it were…) and I just wanted to scoop him up and shield him from the awkwardness that is Michael Scott!!!
- Ryan the temp is a temp no more, and therefore, he and Girl Friday are like this! (Crosses fingers dramatically.)
Grey’s Anatomy: Why don’t you rip my heart out? (I so should not have watched Love Actually before this. I was already in an emo mood, and then I watched a romantic comedy and bawled my eyes out during the scene where Emma Thompson confronts Alan Rickman!) Izzie was in a heap of pink taffeta on the bathroom floor and Meredith was shamelessly discussing her MIA panties.
- Girl Friday thinks George would definitely make a great addition to her troupe of Gal Pals. He can be Doctor McFeelings, because he likes to talk about them…a lot.
Six Degrees: Another role where Bridget Moynahan plays a pretty girl, another character where Hope Davis plays a woman in despair, another time when Erika Christensen plays a troubled youth. Another J.J. Abrams show where individual characters get to tell their stories separately, but their lives are inextricably intertwined. Another show that Girl Friday can’t help but like, kind of a lot.
- Anyone catch Sarah Vowell’s appearance? She could so be my Gal Pal. She’d really highlight how not well read I am, but she’d amuse me nonetheless!