work and Robert Sean Leonard
Work is work is work is work. And we are workhorses.
First day back at work since that fateful day. Good thing that Mr T is a very nice and... well... nice colleague. He offered to drive me to and from work until I recover. Which is nice of him. Too bad he's married. But Mrs T is definitely the luckiest woman walking God's green earth at the moment.
HR bosses everywhere: when a permanent staff is otherwise taken out of the picture by ailment, please endeavour to hire somebody from a legitimate temp agency. Not the boss's daughter. Because in the span of less than a month, my filing system has been systematically dismantled and put back together into something that I'm not even familiar. Scratch that. It's a complete nightmare.
Laugh at the cripple, for fuck's sake. So I spent the whole day hobbling back and forth the goddamned filing cabinets, trying to delve into the mind of a supposedly bright and enterpreneurial and filing-friendly boss's daughter. And whilst everybody this side of the Sun knows how indecipherable their brains are... apparently the HR didn't get the bloody memo.
I have a report to fucking write. And I don't even know where she put the goddamn notes. I would've called her and ask her straight up, but she's on a flight heading towards the general direction of the Korean Peninsula. Is it cruel of me to hope for her to land in one of those nuclear facilities just outside Pyong Yang?
Robert Sean Leonard on BBC2.
So... RSL is on BBC2, with Ethan Hawke. In an artsy-fartsy-drama-conversation-piece called 'Tape'. Am I the only person who haven't seen this thing?
RSL's character 'Jon' is... well... it's like he's auditioning for a younger version of Dr Wilson. Well, there's glimpses of it. Like one of those people who's not sure whether they've got the correct horse of the correct height with the correct moral upbringing. Obviously, I prefer Dr Wilson than Jon, but I'm biased.
Jon was at one point ranting at fifty-something figure of authority who is constantly high on drugs, trying to save lives. Said figure happens to be brilliant at his job, but hey, Jon didn't give a fuck. But how things unfold eh? Now he's working with (and shagging befriending) an old, cranky bastard who is constantly grabbing at pain meds, trying to save lives... and being bloody good at it.
Hmmm... Ethan Hawke ain't quite bad either.
Oh let's not mention past love-interest-slash-friend who is... part of the legal profession.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it.... but heck. Once an eyecandy, always an eyecandy. Ummmm....
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First day back at work since that fateful day. Good thing that Mr T is a very nice and... well... nice colleague. He offered to drive me to and from work until I recover. Which is nice of him. Too bad he's married. But Mrs T is definitely the luckiest woman walking God's green earth at the moment.
HR bosses everywhere: when a permanent staff is otherwise taken out of the picture by ailment, please endeavour to hire somebody from a legitimate temp agency. Not the boss's daughter. Because in the span of less than a month, my filing system has been systematically dismantled and put back together into something that I'm not even familiar. Scratch that. It's a complete nightmare.
Laugh at the cripple, for fuck's sake. So I spent the whole day hobbling back and forth the goddamned filing cabinets, trying to delve into the mind of a supposedly bright and enterpreneurial and filing-friendly boss's daughter. And whilst everybody this side of the Sun knows how indecipherable their brains are... apparently the HR didn't get the bloody memo.
I have a report to fucking write. And I don't even know where she put the goddamn notes. I would've called her and ask her straight up, but she's on a flight heading towards the general direction of the Korean Peninsula. Is it cruel of me to hope for her to land in one of those nuclear facilities just outside Pyong Yang?
Robert Sean Leonard on BBC2.
So... RSL is on BBC2, with Ethan Hawke. In an artsy-fartsy-drama-conversation-piece called 'Tape'. Am I the only person who haven't seen this thing?
RSL's character 'Jon' is... well... it's like he's auditioning for a younger version of Dr Wilson. Well, there's glimpses of it. Like one of those people who's not sure whether they've got the correct horse of the correct height with the correct moral upbringing. Obviously, I prefer Dr Wilson than Jon, but I'm biased.
Jon was at one point ranting at fifty-something figure of authority who is constantly high on drugs, trying to save lives. Said figure happens to be brilliant at his job, but hey, Jon didn't give a fuck. But how things unfold eh? Now he's working with (and shagging befriending) an old, cranky bastard who is constantly grabbing at pain meds, trying to save lives... and being bloody good at it.
Hmmm... Ethan Hawke ain't quite bad either.
Oh let's not mention past love-interest-slash-friend who is... part of the legal profession.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it.... but heck. Once an eyecandy, always an eyecandy. Ummmm....
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