New Computer

The husband got a new computer last weekend which means I get the old one all to myself! We spent some time this weekend getting the new one set up in the "study" and the old one moved out into the breakfast nook. The new one is wireless, so we can both be online at the same time which is good when he's playing his online game and I'm bored out of my mind. There's rarely anything good on TV. I'm hoping to blog every night (if I don't during the day - but that's not usually blogging as much as venting about my stupid job). We'll see.

We took the kitties to the groomers yesterday - man they needed it. They get baths and their claws trimmed and Quincy gets his mane cut. He gets a bit bushy after awhile. When they cut it he always looks younger. Weird, but so cute. I really do need to post pictures of them all. I pick good pets.

I'm getting LASIK surgery on the 24th! Yes, SID, you can tell mom. I'm pretty excited about it, because my contacts have always kind of given me problems. They've never been as hassle-free as they should be. The only thing that sucks is I have to wear my glasses until then. I have to give my eyeballs as much time as possible to go back to their normal shape. Don't get me wrong, I have cool glasses. It's just weird to wear them for so long. I keep treating them as if they were sunglasses, like taking them off when I go into someplace dark. It's just been so long.

The husband says he's having trouble getting back to work. He's got a new script started and we're still waiting to hear on the last one. I told him he probably needs a vacation. I know I do. I feel kind of bad saying that, since I had so much time off at the beginning of the year, but this job wears me out.

Sofie gets her stitches out tomorrow. Finally - although you wouldn't know she'd had surgery the way she acts - she's crazy dog! At least we'll be able to take her to the dog-park again. I think we're going to try the one at Mulholland and Laurel Canyon. I hear it's really big (and celebs go there, ooooh!). Nothing I like better than seeing someone who makes $5 mil a picture pick up dog poop.

Dog = Baby

I have less than 2 hours to decide if the husband and I are going to go to Disneyland tomorrow. I don't want to drive down there in the morning because of the traffic, so I was thinking we'd go tonight and stay at a hotel. And part of the reason I want to go at all is because it's the 50th anniversary and I want to see the fireworks at 9:30 tomorrow night, so we'd almost need to stay overnight again.

The only reason I'm even debating it is because of Sofie. She can't be left alone that long. There's a hotel that allows pets, but she'd have to be put in the Disney day kennel while we're at the park. I just don't know if I can do that to her.

And in all of this, I'm not really even considering the 3 cats.

Dogs are like babies that way. You can't just leave them at home all day long. Well, you can but you pay for it. Dogs need attention every 4 or 5 hours. Cats get some extra food and water, a clean litter box, and they're good for 2 or 3 days.

Maybe we should consider going down later in the day tomorrow...

I Thought You Said You Read This Blog...

My sister called to ask me how to spell Debby's name - she's sending a wedding gift and wanted to get it right on the card. She's known Deb as long as I have (about 23 years), but she still doesn't know how to spell her name, nor does she remember the big congrats I put out just a few days ago where put it in writing for all to see. Whatever... we discussed the many ways Deb could have "gone Hollywood" with the spelling of her name. I think an "ee" on the end is about it.

Anyway, I know she reads because she commented on how much I don't like my boss. It's still true - she's so annoying. And now she's found an executive over at the studio who rubs her the wrong way. She's spent the past several hours talking about it. I just sit here and keep my mouth shut.

We're getting an in-home estimate this weekend on Pergo. It's sad, but when you grow up, new flooring becomes exciting. I'm looking for the darker stains - easier to hide the dirt.

I have to say that I thought this show would provide more interesting fodder than it has. The actors are apparently all nice, no tantrums or demands. I hope to get back to features soon. Everything's a drama there.

Good For The Goose...

My boss likes to be silly and play around, but hates it when anybody else does it. I can't stand hypocrites.

It's Finally Over

The wedding festivities are over and they are married! Congratulations Debby and Dan!!!

I will tell more later but I'm still recovering from 4 days of drinking, breathing smoke-filled casino air, and getting too little sleep.

A little gossip, though - there was a set-up that actually worked. I hope it keeps going (no, it's not me, but two people I know and like).

The Talk...

My boss took me outside today and said she didn't think I was happy in my job. I so wanted to tell her that it's all about her, but I played the PC card and blamed everything else. She wants to know if I want to move on, saying I should think about it this weekend. My job is the LAST thing I plan to think about this weekend. I was planning on giving my notice today. It's weird how things work out.

Walk The Talk

I'm so sick of people in Hollywood saying they want to help you, then never following through. I have to sit here and listen to a coworker tell the same story over and over about how she's going to help a new friend, an actress, become a huge star. She's going to set her up with a producer and help her get a really good agent and tax accountant and introduce her to a famous Hispanic director... whatever.

This is the same woman who told me she would help the husband get in with a manager, who promptly asked for log lines. I don't think so. If he was an A-List agent, then yes, we'd send him whatever he wanted. But he's a manager. Big whoop.

If they really want to help, they just do it. They don't sit around talking about it. I'm learning this the hard way, but I am learning it.

I Hate My Boss

I've got impetigo. It's not fun and it's on my lip, which is now swollen and droopy. I look like I've had a stroke. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing except for the fact that Sped's wedding is THIS SATURDAY!

And my boss is the only one at work who mentioned anything about it, which would have been ok except for the fact she yelled out across the office "what's wrong with your lip?" I can't wait to get out of here. I'm going to give my 2 weeks notice tonight.

It's not been a fun day. My boss actually thinks my lip is making me feel bad, as in sick. She just doesn't get that I'm so over her.

More Of The Same

She's got people waiting for her to do her job and she's making personal phone calls. Making them, not taking them. And they just drag on. It's so rude.

But I think I know why I don't like working with her. She's so lax on stuff it makes me lazy and I don't like being that way. I usually do a really good job, not to be modest. It's just that I take my cue from above and she just doesn't set a good example.

I have to go to Modesto this weekend for Sped's bridal shower. This one is being thrown by the groom's family (the one I'm hosting is for her friends). It's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I feel like I'm falling behind. Every weekend seems to be jam packed. I still have laundry in the washer and dryer from last Sunday. And I want to finish painting. But it's ok. It'll all work out and I'm sure we'll have a great time. Sped's future m-i-l seems pretty cool and it'll be nice to get to know her before Vegas.

It's More Than The One

I just found out my boss's boss is worse than my boss. Maybe it's rolling downhill? Whatever, I'm out of here as soon as possible.

Still Here

No, I didn't quit my job, but I did beg my regular boss to get back to work ASAP!

The husband said it would be ok to quit, but I would have to put out a resume. I'm just not ready to do that right now. I really want to go back to B, since she knows what I'm capable of and is interested in moving me up. I just need to hang in a bit longer with this wacko.

I think wacko keeps forgetting that I've never paid a tv show before. She keeps throwing things at me like I'm supposed to know what to do with them. And when I ask questions, she gets this attitude. It's like she regrets hiring me - even though she begged me to stay.

Either way, it's not forever. I don't understand how people in regular jobs can stand it. At least the hunky Egyptian from "The Mummy" is on this show (the one with the facial tattoos).

Yum, eye candy.

Karma, Baby

She's been asking me all sorts of questions for the past 15 minutes and have I heard a single please? So I'm taking my time answering.

Stop Whining And Sign The Damn Payroll.

Have I mentioned that my boss is a moron? She's driving me frickin' nuts. She gets all pissy about crew members who "aren't doing their job," then turns around and passes the buck when I have a question about coding. She's totally not in control of her own budget. All she's doing is inputting what the UPM and producer tell her. Now, that is part of the job, but it's not usually THE job. A trained monkey could do what she does. I'm so tired of her not being able to answer my questions. And this stupid feud with the transpo coordinator is nuts. She actually told one of his drivers to find out about an amount because she didn't want to talk to him. She said that. Out loud. To his employee. She acts like a silly baby. I think she's mad at me because I called him and asked him. It's not like we didn't need to know or anything...

And she spends all her time on the phone doing personal stuff. I came in early today to make sure the payroll got done on time. It was done early, but not signed until way after she got back from going out to lunch. And just now, she's on the phone w/ her husband talking about some property they want to buy and I put my last piece of paperwork in front of her to sign. She ignored it for 5 minutes so I asked, "Could you sign that so I can send it?" and she pauses to ask me if I can say please... Whatever.

Husband, can I quit this job? Barbara said she'd have something by the end of May. Think about it.

I'm so done with her.

We Are Not That Busy

Yes, I'm a well paid payroll accountant for a Showtime series. But I have to tell you that I spent about 2 hours today, during work, shopping for stuff for the office. Not supplies, oh no. There are production assistants to do that. I mean I was at Ikea and Target buying chairs and rugs for our "sitting area." We're doing a pink, shabby chic look. This industry is too weird. I don't think the real world would believe the things we take for granted. Like Craft Service - which basically means free food all day long.

Anyway, I'm going to Petco tonight after work to pick up some gates. We're going to try limiting Sofie to the kitchen area during the day in the hopes she'll get housebroken. I figure the cats can jump over if they need to, and sit outside and taunt her if they want to. Wish us luck.

And I did get a pre-offer for the New Orleans show. It sounds really good and if it wasn't 3000 miles away, I'd have already said yes. It's going to star Kevin and Ashton, but that's always open to change. People drop out of stuff in a heartbeat. I did find out that there is a short list of people up for my position, but I've worked with the studio and 1st assistant before. I'm a known entity for them. Either way, the husband and I talked about the chance to spend 6 months in a new city on somebody else's dime. It's an interesting idea... we'll see what happens.

I need to document the cat habits Sofie is picking up from her sister and brothers. She totally thinks they're her pack and she's starting to act like them. It's really odd and I'm worried the dogs at the dog park will tease her about it...

Readers

I've already written this once, but something weird happened and here I am again.

I found out this morning that my sister reads this blog. She says it's interesting, but I've been racking my brain trying to remember if I've written anything I wish she hadn't read - don't think so...

Not that I'm going to censor myself.

I had the electrician out this morning. Trying to get some light into the second bedroom. Right now, all it has is 2 wall sconces. Useless. I want to put in a ceiling mounted light and have them change 3 other fixtures. I know I could probably change a light fixture myself, but no, too scary. Electricity is just too scary. The price was ok, not great, not awful, but I still have to buy the fixtures before anything gets done and that's the hard part. The really cool ones are so expensive!

I have a job offer headed my way that I don't really want. It's for a Disney show in New Orleans. Going on location is not my ideal, especially Louisiana in the summer. And the husband will be upset if I try to go off for months and leave him with 3 cats and Sofie. What a handful. But I'll hear the offer and politely say no thank you. Although the series I'm on is not my favorite, at least it's in town.

Comments

I read Girlfiend's blog. The husband found it and I noticed it in his bookmarks. Now I'm addicted, too. Her latest blog requests we give Mix some comments, cause he seems like a lonely guy who wants people to care about what he writes. Mix, I don't get comments either, mostly because I assume no one is reading any of this but the husband. Which is fine. Sure, it'd be nice to have a little fan base of bloggers who link in, but what if you don't blog for a while? Or if you have nothing to say? Or if you're just really frickin' boring? So, I've learned to forgo the comments. It's all about me, anyway.

Work

My boss is a moron. Nice lady and can do her job, but thick as a brick.

I Really Do Love Animals

Please don't call the ASPCA on me. I am a pet person. It's just that I occasionally have little "accidents" with my pets...

This time it's Sofie the dog. Today was our first attempt to trim nails and we did really well. The instructions said to trim a little bit off each week, which would make the vein recede. So I managed to get one paw done by myself. The second paw was harder for some reason, maybe because Sofie had figured out what was happening and didn't care for it. Anyway, I only got 1 or 2 nails done before I gave up.

After lunch, the husband held her down so I could finish, but I forgot which ones I had already done. Needless to say, I snipped, Sofie yelped, and blood flowed. Damn, did that bleed. And those stupid styptic pads were useless. And apparently tasty, since Sofie wanted nothing more than to eat them. The husband freaked out and we took off for the vet. By the time we got there, the bleeding had stopped, which was a good thing since the vet was closed.

But the dog is fine. She seems to have forgotten all about it, but I'll believe that when I try again next week. Got to keep those nails trimmed - I've got some nasty scars.

Earthquake! Cats & Dogs! Tattoos!

We had an earthquake here yesterday, a 5.1 centered about 80 miles northeast of where I live. Didn't feel a damn thing. Didn't even know we'd had one until I got online last night to check my email and saw CNN. I'm not sure if I'm glad or disappointed. Those things freak me out, because there's no warning at all. Sure, some people say "it's earthquake weather" when it's been hot and still for awhile, but it's been breezy, so that ain't it. But then when family asks if we felt it and I have to say no, then you gotta wonder what the big deal is. I've been told they have a big one every ten years and I think Northridge was is '94, so we're overdue.

I've got Darby sitting next to me while I type. I need to figure out how to post pics, as she's pretty damn cute, but mean looking. She and her new sister have a weird relationship going on. She growls at Sofie and bats at her, but seems to be encouraging Sofie's attentions. Weird. Maybe she's a masochist.

I got my tattoo yesterday. A very nice Buddhist named Cambron did it over at Graffiti Palace. Venus was late and I thought maybe she wasn't coming, so I went in on my own. He had a book of astrological stuff that had a great Aquarius symbol in it, so I had that one done. It's a bit bigger and lower on my neck than I had planned, but Cambron explained the placement as necessary to avoid the crease in my neck (when I turn my head) which would crack the tattoo. And with that symbol, if you go too small, it looks like nothing more than squiggly lines. I was looking at the stencil when Venus finally came in. She approved too, so I went ahead with it. Didn't hurt too much and only took about 5 minutes.

Venus looked through a couple of books, but ended up getting the tattoo she brought in with her, the Chinese symbols for father and daughter. Looked really cool on her lower back. I had found 2 other tattoos I really liked and seriously thought about getting, but I figured I didn't want to wig the husband out too badly, so I stopped with the one. I hoping to get the others later...I'm such white trash.

Still Not That Exciting...

Well, we're at the end of the show and nothing much happened. I never made it out to set, with my broken tailbone and all. I feel better now, but when we were shooting, it wasn't pretty. I just couldn't make myself go. And we haven't gotten to see any dailies, either. The show's getting good buzz, but who can tell? It's not like I'll be back, anyway.

I'm going on to a Showtime project next - a series. My regular boss hasn't gotten a job and I need to be employed... I was pretty unhappy with her about the whole thing. She's known for a while that we'd be available in April, but she never got anything lined up. Then she tried to guilt me when I told her I'd gotten an offer. But I gave her my word and until it's really doing me harm, I'm going to stick to it. It's actually worked out pretty well in the end. I only have to give Showtime a week's notice and it's back to "feature-land." The money is so much better there!

The dog is amazingly cute and an utter terror. I have so many scratches on my hands and arms and legs. She just gets so excited to see me (anybody). She ate "The Stand" and chewed a chunk out of the drywall in the hallway. Granted, it had been chipped when we were moving in furniture, but now it's substantially bigger. She's teething bad. And we think she actually ate the drywall...

We're going to try and really start training her. I'm getting through the book and I hope it's not too late. Man, she's cute, though. It's all worth it for those big brown eyes and the way she looks at you when you talk to her; she perks up her ears and cocks her head to one side.

Her favorite toys are (in no particular order): moose, squirrel, frog, stick, and Darby. Darby doesn't like being a favorite toy, but she does enjoy the attention, no matter how much she growls.

I'm about to leave work and get my hair dyed chocolate brown. It's only a temp color, so if it's really bad it won't last long and I'll go back to red. We'll see what happens but I hope it works out. I need something different. I'm definitely going to grow my hair out again. I'm done with short.

Maybe my next blog will be better. I'm hoping to get a tattoo this Saturday!