November 2003 Archives
November 17, 2003
Today was not a particularly interesting day. I mostly just wrote. I finished the first draft of my screenplay, and I’m nearly done with my parody of Gogol’s “The Nose.”
I worked the desk in the afternoon. The faces are becoming more and more familiar, and that bothers me. I hate it when I get too immersed in my job. It’s usually around the time I quit. I will start crying if I become known around the film department as “U-Pass man.” I sincerely doubt this will happen, but unlikeliness of it is what’ll make it worth crying over.
Toward the end of the day, some girl kept calling to tell me the progress of getting to the building. She desperately wanted her U-Pass, and she wanted to get there before five. She barely made it — it was 4:56 according to the wall clock, which means it was 4:58 in reality. But she got it, and she was happy.
No hilarious VoiceMails or crying from psychologically deranged, possibly chemically dependent women today. Maybe tomorrow!
There’s this girl at work, who I’ve started to call Julie, and she absolutely hates me for no particular reason.
Now, okay, I know you, having read more than one blog entry here, are probably thinking, “But Derek, look at all the things you say and do, and then reevaluate your assessment that she has no reason to hate you. I think you’ll find that there are, in fact, many reasons.”
“But,” I cautiously respond, “I haven’t even had the chance to alienate her yet!”
November 13, 2003
Ever since I started going to Columbia, I’ve been leaving VoiceMail messages in the virtual boxes of administrators. I have never, to this date, received a response to any of those messages. I have received responses to in-person complaints, but I’m still waiting for them to return my calls. I always wondered why — it’s so easy to hear the VoiceMail, jot down the pertinent information, and return the call.
November 24, 2003
As I’ve mentioned, this girl Julie can’t stand me. But lately, she’s been somewhat more pleasant. In fact, now she actually talks to me. And when I say something to her, she doesn’t just grunt noncommittally and pretend she’s invisible — I actually get a response!
It makes the job less stressful and irritating, if nothing else.
Also: it’s snowing right now, and the wind is blowing strong, and it’s pretty fucking cold. I know it’s supposed to warm up the rest of the week, but I’m so fucking happy that winter is wedging itself into the city. I love winter!
November 11, 2003
I had this big, pent-up rant in my head this afternoon. It was gonna be all about how, after overhearing the conversation of a group of yuppie assholes, I realized how people are so dependent on machines they barely have any concept of how to use properly, and how that makes me very, very sad and also reminds me of some bad sci-fi. But I got bored with that concept and moved on.
November 10, 2003
I started working the front desk at one o’clock. I was late because I was only supposed to take a half hour for lunch since I start at 10 now instead of 9, and I had shit to do.
Anyway, I got a weak-ass wireless signal and fucked around online for awhile, but then a really loud, intermittent buzzing sound came from the hall.
November 1, 2003
About a year and a half ago, Lucy dumped her longtime boyfriend and decided it would be a good idea to fail at some relationships before getting back together with him. She went on a few dates with random guys before settling on some guy. Let’s call him Rufus, for a nice Bill & Ted reference.
After script analysis, I ran into a guy from my production class, Hunter. He’s about the nicest guy in the world, and I hardly ever see him, so it was kinda cool that he happened to randomly be there while I was frantically checking my phone for missed calls.
November 6, 2003
First things first: I did get an iBook, and I am now taking it to work. But it can only connect to a wireless network (and when it does, only barely) when I’m working the front desk. I get no access in the back office. As I’ll explain in a bit, we now have scheduled time at the front desk, and I don’t have much of it. This is a blessing in the sense that I don’t have to deal with any actual people for the majority of my shifts, but a curse for my loyal and devoted fan, because I cannot blog from work.
So, compromise time: I’ll probably draft entries in MS Word from work and post them when I get home. The operative word, though, is “probably.” I got a lot of actual work done today, which was the purpose of investing in a laptop to begin with, and I plan to continue to get a lot of actual work done. Hopefully I won’t be too tired to blog when I get home in the evening.
We’ll see how it works out.
And now, on with the show…
November 10, 2003
A girl came into the office today. I recognized her as having come in last week, looking for her U-Pass. She recognized me, too. I could tell because she sighed with heavy frustration. I am not the most compassionate employee, and I figured she didn’t particularly want to deal with me yet again.
It was strange, though, because she acted like I should remember everything about her. I did recall her face, and I remembered her name once she told it to me, but it wasn’t all there. Should it have been? They don’t pay me enough to remember people. But she was acting sort of shocked and irritated that I had totally forgotten. Fortunately, her U-Pass was in; if it hadn’t been, I’d wager she would have thrown some form of shit-fit.
November 5, 2003
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November 12, 2003
Title: Caroline, No
Length: 5 pages
Synopsis: Kids say the darndest things, especially when one boy asks out his best friend’s obnoxious cousin during the world’s most awkward Thanksgiving dinner.
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