"I would while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers, consultin' with the rain."
As I wait for things to happen
my fingertips are snappin'
my toe taps on the floor.
I sit here, answer phones, some
days I feel so fucking lonesome
I am really freaking bored.
(to the tune of "If I Only Had A Brain")
I've discovered that while playing around on Facebook and LOLcats.com doesn't really make my day go any faster, if I have something to write about, or a message or email to answer, the time flies a little more quickly. So I've come to LJ to write about... something.
Since it's a Tuesday, the phones they are slow. It figures, however, that the few calls I AM getting are unfortunately tough to deal with. The woman who called something like two minutes before I clocked out yesterday had a problem that I simply couldn't handle because I wanted to leave and because I was missing something obvious in her account. I spoke to Ed this morning and while he pointed out the thing I was missing (a brain, as it turns out), I'm still not really sure how I'm going to help her and fix the situation. ECH.
Tonight is our off-book deadline for MIA. Not sure if I'm ready. In fact, I could be spending my time reading over the script. But where's the fun in being prepared? Actually acting is a lot more fun if you're prepared but FUCK you this is my journal. I didn't mean it. Come back. I miss you! Damn.
Um... I have a date? Kinda? Not set in stone, we don't know what we'll be doing or when but she said she'd be down with hanging out sometime so that's exceptional. Now if only I could stop making an ass of myself when I actually see her in person. Dang.