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Jul. 27th, 2006 03:04 pmWe had our departmental softball game yesterday and now, every muscle in my ass hurts. I'm going to be a very stiff Puck tonight at rehearsal.
Man, I fucking hate people
Aug. 19th, 2004 06:46 pmShit. Some guy at work here just fucking spoiled the results of the women's AA for me. Spent all day trying not to find out, and he had to blurt out the news. I'm so pissed I could cry.
Every Friday I cover for the assistant of one of the lawyers in Compliance. It's a nice assignment--lots of phone calls but peaceful other than that. The lawyer herself is very nice and low-key, and they buy our lunch up to $8. (They used to do this throughout the company--everyone in Banking, including assistants, got lunch up to $8. I called it "the days of milk and honey"; some call it "the Clinton years." They ended this perk shortly after 9/11.)
The other assistant in this section is very nice and friendly but a little too eager to hear about my acting/directing career. I like being able to talk to someone who is interested (I told her right away last week about the agent wanting to work with me)--what I don't like is walking in and hearing her say "Any new projects? What have you heard? What's going on?" Let me tell you. Because there might be nothing happening at the moment. And then I'll get the whole "That's okay." Or the rueful shake of the head: "It's a tough business." I find it condescending. I know what I'm doing. I'm very happy about what I'm doing. I don't need commiseration or sympathy, unless it's clear I'm asking for it.
I've found that most people think they can advise me on my industry. It's annoying. I got that on the ship all the time, and there's a guy from my church at home (St. Mary's in Arlington) who does that to me all the time.
Anyway. She really is very nice. This is the one thing that irks me about her.
The other assistant in this section is very nice and friendly but a little too eager to hear about my acting/directing career. I like being able to talk to someone who is interested (I told her right away last week about the agent wanting to work with me)--what I don't like is walking in and hearing her say "Any new projects? What have you heard? What's going on?" Let me tell you. Because there might be nothing happening at the moment. And then I'll get the whole "That's okay." Or the rueful shake of the head: "It's a tough business." I find it condescending. I know what I'm doing. I'm very happy about what I'm doing. I don't need commiseration or sympathy, unless it's clear I'm asking for it.
I've found that most people think they can advise me on my industry. It's annoying. I got that on the ship all the time, and there's a guy from my church at home (St. Mary's in Arlington) who does that to me all the time.
Anyway. She really is very nice. This is the one thing that irks me about her.
Dinner at CPS Brasserie
Apr. 29th, 2004 11:22 amSo we had our farewell dinner for Marshall last night at the aforementioned One CPS Brasserie, and it was lots of fun. For my appetizer I had scrambled eggs with lobster and caviar. As delicious as it was, it was also incredibly rich--so much so that my stomach couldn't handle it and started to revolt about halfway through. I literally thought I was going to puke, so I stopped and let it settle for a bit. I had pepper tuna steak for my entree--it was pretty good but I was still full from the app. Dessert was so-so--sacher torte, and I've had the real thing, from the Hotel Sacher in Vienna, so I didn't think it was that great. Being on antibiotics, I couldn't drink but everyone else was throwing back glasses of wine and martinis.
The restaurant was beautiful--very clean, modern, open-feeling. One of our walls was a window into the kitchen, which was also very clean and white, and didn't look frantic at all. The restaurant is right on the corner of 59th and Central Park South, so there are views of both the Park and the plaza in front of the Plaza. It feels very different from Sparks Steakhouse, where we have gone for the holiday dinner for the last four years. Sparks is very heavy and masculine, with dark wood everywhere and lots of meaty meals.
People peeled off one by one, until there was a group of about 7 of us left. Adam was asking me about a song in Les Miz and I sang a few bars of this and that, until we figured out we was talking about "Do You Hear the People Sing?" Then he wanted to know about another song that Valjean sings, and he meant "God on High." He was trying to sing it with me, but he's tonedeaf so it weren't pretty. Adam has a recording of this song in Hebrew that he's going to bring in. Katie (another assistant who's an opera singer) and I started singing bits of various duets together--we think we should sing "I Know Him So Well" to Matt at the holiday party.
It was a lot of fun. I'm tired today but it was worth it.
The restaurant was beautiful--very clean, modern, open-feeling. One of our walls was a window into the kitchen, which was also very clean and white, and didn't look frantic at all. The restaurant is right on the corner of 59th and Central Park South, so there are views of both the Park and the plaza in front of the Plaza. It feels very different from Sparks Steakhouse, where we have gone for the holiday dinner for the last four years. Sparks is very heavy and masculine, with dark wood everywhere and lots of meaty meals.
People peeled off one by one, until there was a group of about 7 of us left. Adam was asking me about a song in Les Miz and I sang a few bars of this and that, until we figured out we was talking about "Do You Hear the People Sing?" Then he wanted to know about another song that Valjean sings, and he meant "God on High." He was trying to sing it with me, but he's tonedeaf so it weren't pretty. Adam has a recording of this song in Hebrew that he's going to bring in. Katie (another assistant who's an opera singer) and I started singing bits of various duets together--we think we should sing "I Know Him So Well" to Matt at the holiday party.
It was a lot of fun. I'm tired today but it was worth it.
Hilarity with Wayne
Apr. 23rd, 2004 03:05 pmWayne and I have been exchanging emails about the show:
Me: I'm on 62 today, sitting in for Naomi Wiesen's assistant. Come down if you get a chance so we can trash some of the other shows last night!
Wayne: Fair enough. I just need a few hours to inflate my aero-bed and I'll be right there.
Me: Maybe you can dance down the halls ostentatiously, like Mr. F*ckin' Belvedere. (a reference to one of the actors in "Just Looking")
Wayne: Ok, first, never insult Mr. Belvedere around me. That show is an institution. ;o)
Second, when a girl is overweight, are we just supposed to assume she's funny? (a reference to another actor in "Just Looking")
Third, "The Simpsons" last night had a movie poster called "Seven Brides for Six Brothers" and had 6 couples dancing and 1 brother sitting all alone dejected. It was funny.
Wayne: (a bit later--I hadn't responded right away) Sorry, I guess I should ask who you're friends with in the cast before I go specifically bashing.
Me: Oh Lord, no--I don't know any of the other cast members except for the redhead in "Lucky 13" and I've only chatted with her once or twice.
Duncan said the girl in "Just Looking" was really nice though. He hasn't seen the shows in the second act--I told him he wasn't missing anything.
Wayne: The one with the curly hair? That's my friend Laura.
She said she really liked you, but only chatted a few times.
She thinks your show is the best one.
Me: Aw! I liked that show a lot as well. I just love the rhythms in it--I think those two actresses are too young for those roles but they take a pretty decent hack at them anyway. She's been very complimentary to me about "A Hillside in Hell."
Wayne: Yeah, they are young for it.
I missed the 1st one. The saxaphone one was good, although the construction worker needs to butch it up a bit.
Me: The first one isn't bad. It starts off funny, and then gets boring toward the end.
Not crazy about the construction worker--I would've directed him VERY differently. He needs to be a lot more deadpan, contrasted with her weirdness. He's trying too hard--he doesn't inhabit the character the way she does.
Wayne: That's true.
By the way - yours was VERY well cast. (which other people have said to me as well)
Me: Thank yew. I had EXTENSIVE auditions for the role of Prometheus. I auditioned those men THOROUGHLY. All in the name of artistic integrity, of course.
Wayne: So the inflatable bed is yours?
Me: I'm on 62 today, sitting in for Naomi Wiesen's assistant. Come down if you get a chance so we can trash some of the other shows last night!
Wayne: Fair enough. I just need a few hours to inflate my aero-bed and I'll be right there.
Me: Maybe you can dance down the halls ostentatiously, like Mr. F*ckin' Belvedere. (a reference to one of the actors in "Just Looking")
Wayne: Ok, first, never insult Mr. Belvedere around me. That show is an institution. ;o)
Second, when a girl is overweight, are we just supposed to assume she's funny? (a reference to another actor in "Just Looking")
Third, "The Simpsons" last night had a movie poster called "Seven Brides for Six Brothers" and had 6 couples dancing and 1 brother sitting all alone dejected. It was funny.
Wayne: (a bit later--I hadn't responded right away) Sorry, I guess I should ask who you're friends with in the cast before I go specifically bashing.
Me: Oh Lord, no--I don't know any of the other cast members except for the redhead in "Lucky 13" and I've only chatted with her once or twice.
Duncan said the girl in "Just Looking" was really nice though. He hasn't seen the shows in the second act--I told him he wasn't missing anything.
Wayne: The one with the curly hair? That's my friend Laura.
She said she really liked you, but only chatted a few times.
She thinks your show is the best one.
Me: Aw! I liked that show a lot as well. I just love the rhythms in it--I think those two actresses are too young for those roles but they take a pretty decent hack at them anyway. She's been very complimentary to me about "A Hillside in Hell."
Wayne: Yeah, they are young for it.
I missed the 1st one. The saxaphone one was good, although the construction worker needs to butch it up a bit.
Me: The first one isn't bad. It starts off funny, and then gets boring toward the end.
Not crazy about the construction worker--I would've directed him VERY differently. He needs to be a lot more deadpan, contrasted with her weirdness. He's trying too hard--he doesn't inhabit the character the way she does.
Wayne: That's true.
By the way - yours was VERY well cast. (which other people have said to me as well)
Me: Thank yew. I had EXTENSIVE auditions for the role of Prometheus. I auditioned those men THOROUGHLY. All in the name of artistic integrity, of course.
Wayne: So the inflatable bed is yours?
Atrium, Bikini Shots
Apr. 22nd, 2004 05:10 pmCraziness. Crazy day today. Melissa (my Atrium counselor) called me at 9 am (waking me up)--to confirm that I was available to work that day. Grr. Yes, as I told your assistant yesterday. They're so nice at Atrium but sometimes the left hand don't know what the right is doing. So she didn't call back, I fell back asleep and woke up at 11:45. They always call by 10:00 am if there's an available assignment, so I'm thinking I'm free until my regular 5-8 assignment. I decide to go to church, then get my pictures developed, then send them off to Electric Talent. (Backstory: Electric Talent, an agency with whom I've been freelancing, submitted me for a print modeling assignment, but they need to see what I look like in a bikini, and I have no comp card. I called them--they said I can use a snapshot, but I can't get it back, so I can't use a snapshot that I have already and like. SO. Doug wisely suggested that I get a disposable camera and have the shots developed at a 1-hour place. So last night I showed up with my yellow bikini and my orange CFMs in a bag, changed into them in the hallway bathroom, and Duncan and I had a mini-photo shoot in the "sexy" hallway outside the theater. It was hilarious--I would do some straight poses, showing of muscle definition and so forth, and then flip my hair back and act all surprised to see the camera. Duncan suggested we shoot some on the stage after the show, which we ended up doing, while Kevin (the Artistic Director) and C.L. (the assistant AD) lurked in the shadows, trying to catch glimpses without being too skeevy.)
SO. I had to get these pictures developed quickly today, and send them off. I dropped them off at Alpha Photos in the Rock Center concourse, and then ran upstairs to my assignment, hoping to be able to sneak down before 5:00 at some point to pick them up. My assignment today was on the trading floor--they are SO nice up there. Just the nicest, most easy-going people there, which is funny because their jobs are crazy. I sat up there doing phone coverage, Suzy bought me lunch, and she let me sneak downstairs to get my pictures. AND she let me go early because it was such a nice day. I picked put the best one and UPSed it to Electric Talent.
Breathe.
SO. I had to get these pictures developed quickly today, and send them off. I dropped them off at Alpha Photos in the Rock Center concourse, and then ran upstairs to my assignment, hoping to be able to sneak down before 5:00 at some point to pick them up. My assignment today was on the trading floor--they are SO nice up there. Just the nicest, most easy-going people there, which is funny because their jobs are crazy. I sat up there doing phone coverage, Suzy bought me lunch, and she let me sneak downstairs to get my pictures. AND she let me go early because it was such a nice day. I picked put the best one and UPSed it to Electric Talent.
Breathe.
Nails and Reality TV
Dec. 16th, 2003 10:55 amMy two-day assignment has been extended to the 23rd which is great for money but also meant I'd have to find a way to get my nails done before Thursday, the night of the Real Estate holiday party. I did some research and found a nail salon on 72nd that's open until 9:30, which is amazing for this city. Very nice. I got my nails done last night and got home kind of late. I stayed up a little bit and watched "Blind Date"--they showed this date that was just hilarious. This guy was intensely annoying--kept doing the "You're so reserved...Why are you so quiet?...You don't seem like you're having a good time...Ever had a one-night stand?...Ever do anything crazy?" routine. He was so in this girl's face, it was unbelievable. Hey, dude--when you keep putting a girl on the spot like that, you can almost see her crossing your name off the list. Just fucking relax and enjoy the date, Desperate One. So he was trying to order drinks for her (shots, wine and beer) and she wasn't interested, so he ended up drinking it all. He did quite a few shots of tequila. During the cab ride he had to stop the car and puke three times. It was fucking hilarious. The look on her face...It's nice to find something on TV that actually makes you laugh out loud.
I wanted to go to trivia tomorrow but I don't think I'll have the energy--it's a busy week.
I wanted to go to trivia tomorrow but I don't think I'll have the energy--it's a busy week.
The Blackout
Aug. 15th, 2003 01:44 pmI'm okay. Walked down 63 flights of stairs in heels--thank God the base of the heel was pretty broad. Last night was very isolating--I feel like I missed out on all this New York togetherness, what with block parties and all, but honestly I was just waiting for the lights to come back on, assuming they would fairly quickly, and when they didn't, it was getting too late and way too dark to party outside.
I led several bankers, including Adam (whom I support), Alan and a couple of others, down the emergency stairs. Apparently I set quite the pace--I'm like "Let's go, time's a-wasting." Any good girly feminist knows how to run in heels. Good exercise. It could've been a LOT worse--I could've been stuck in an elevator, or a train (shudder). And the new apartment is much cooler than the old and was pretty comfortable. I climbed up on my roof to enjoy what was left of the day and go over my lines, and had a lovely view of all the other buildings around me, with courtyards and gardens and balconies, backlit with candlelight, framing other New Yorkers also enjoying this unexpected time.
I led several bankers, including Adam (whom I support), Alan and a couple of others, down the emergency stairs. Apparently I set quite the pace--I'm like "Let's go, time's a-wasting." Any good girly feminist knows how to run in heels. Good exercise. It could've been a LOT worse--I could've been stuck in an elevator, or a train (shudder). And the new apartment is much cooler than the old and was pretty comfortable. I climbed up on my roof to enjoy what was left of the day and go over my lines, and had a lovely view of all the other buildings around me, with courtyards and gardens and balconies, backlit with candlelight, framing other New Yorkers also enjoying this unexpected time.
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Dec. 3rd, 2002 04:50 pmWatched A Christmas Story last night on Dinner & A Movie. I don't find that movie quite as funny as everyone else does--for one thing, I'm always way too distracted by Melinda Dillon's horribly anachronistic hair--but there are several laugh out loud moments, like when the Bumpkiss dogs ravage the turkey. But my favorite moment is when the teacher asks "Does anyone know where Flick is?" and the cute little girl coyly points outside.
Finally got my old logon and email back at work and discovered that I've been invited to a farewell party for Bertrand Badre and his family--they're going back to France soon. How delightful--I love going to parties. It's the day after my birthday, for which Mary and I are going to have lunch at the Rainbow Room, a mere two floors above us. The RR sent out an email to all Rock Center employees offering a prix fixe lunch special. Now I can cross something else off my "New York Things I'd Like to Do Eventually" list.
Richard Welton (with whom I was going to perform a scene--he was auditioning for the Actor's Studio but his girlfriend got sick and he had to call it off) called again. He wanted to try again, although this time he wanted do a new scene. Unfortunately my schedule is tighter this time around, and it won't work out. The scene sounded great--it's from a play called Hurly Burly that now I want to read, but it's probably for the better, as I'd really just like to relax for the next few weeks.
Feel pretty rested today.
Finally got my old logon and email back at work and discovered that I've been invited to a farewell party for Bertrand Badre and his family--they're going back to France soon. How delightful--I love going to parties. It's the day after my birthday, for which Mary and I are going to have lunch at the Rainbow Room, a mere two floors above us. The RR sent out an email to all Rock Center employees offering a prix fixe lunch special. Now I can cross something else off my "New York Things I'd Like to Do Eventually" list.
Richard Welton (with whom I was going to perform a scene--he was auditioning for the Actor's Studio but his girlfriend got sick and he had to call it off) called again. He wanted to try again, although this time he wanted do a new scene. Unfortunately my schedule is tighter this time around, and it won't work out. The scene sounded great--it's from a play called Hurly Burly that now I want to read, but it's probably for the better, as I'd really just like to relax for the next few weeks.
Feel pretty rested today.
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Nov. 12th, 2002 06:36 pmA crappy, crappy day. Disgusting, nasty, drippy rain that went on all fucking day long. I do not exaggerate. All day long. We had our final dress rehearsal today for Fare for All for which we were supposed to have an audience but the trash that was supposed to show up, didn't. And didn't bother calling, so we waited around in costume until finally one of the Mount Vernon Hotel historians called them. Excuses, blah blah, whatthefuckever. Rude, rude, rude.
Jennifer was getting on my nerves a bit at the runthrough--she was being annoying about this Papermill audition for Camelot, complaining because when we were still thinking this group was just late, she thought they'd make her late for this audition. The tone is what was getting to me--she has got be one of the most self-absorbed people I know. It's all about her, always. Her husband, her gigs, her amazing resume. She kept saying "I should be able to go to the callbacks--I was the understudy for Guinevere in the National Tour." The National tour, Jen? I think you mean a national tour, since it was non-union. They're not quite the career-making gig you seem to assume.
Afterward, I went out into the rain (which never stopped, not once) and took the subway down to Reproductions on 37th, to drop off the contact sheets for Jordan that I accidentally took. (*hangs head in shame*) Did so, called him, he said he'd be calling me about "what to do next" or something like that. Got a stupid thrill of pleasure from that.
Left Reproductions and started making my laborious way back uptown to get to a doctor's appointment. Took two trains to get up to 72nd St., almost killed myself as I entered the building, due to the slippery wet marble floor (which was wet because it was raining. All day). Got up to the fifth floor--and there was a sign on the door saying that all the day's appointments had been canceled because the doctor was sick. I felt sick. I was pretty frustrated--I took off the afternoon for this appointment. I could've been shopping, I could've been at work, I could've been home sleeping. It's nobody's fault; it's just very disappointing. Very very disappointing. My whole body aches from walking all over the fucking city with my bag of show stuff, and it was all for naught.
Now I have to try to reschedule this, and I just don't know where I can fit it in. I have 4-5 doctor/dentist appointments scheduled over the next couple of weeks, and this place doesn't take anyone on the weekends. *Sigh*
Killed time until I had to be at Lazard for the evening, and got (nicely) chewed out by Mary for adding on extra hours (which Matt said I could do way back when and now doesn't remember. Thanks, dude). I've been staying later when I can because I always want to pick up hours but I guess I'm just going to have to trust I'll get enough hours and assignments, and save as much as I can in case I don't. At least one good thing is happening: L has an extra Knicks ticket, so I'm going to meet him at the game. Yay. It's always great to hang out with him.
*sigh* Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Jennifer was getting on my nerves a bit at the runthrough--she was being annoying about this Papermill audition for Camelot, complaining because when we were still thinking this group was just late, she thought they'd make her late for this audition. The tone is what was getting to me--she has got be one of the most self-absorbed people I know. It's all about her, always. Her husband, her gigs, her amazing resume. She kept saying "I should be able to go to the callbacks--I was the understudy for Guinevere in the National Tour." The National tour, Jen? I think you mean a national tour, since it was non-union. They're not quite the career-making gig you seem to assume.
Afterward, I went out into the rain (which never stopped, not once) and took the subway down to Reproductions on 37th, to drop off the contact sheets for Jordan that I accidentally took. (*hangs head in shame*) Did so, called him, he said he'd be calling me about "what to do next" or something like that. Got a stupid thrill of pleasure from that.
Left Reproductions and started making my laborious way back uptown to get to a doctor's appointment. Took two trains to get up to 72nd St., almost killed myself as I entered the building, due to the slippery wet marble floor (which was wet because it was raining. All day). Got up to the fifth floor--and there was a sign on the door saying that all the day's appointments had been canceled because the doctor was sick. I felt sick. I was pretty frustrated--I took off the afternoon for this appointment. I could've been shopping, I could've been at work, I could've been home sleeping. It's nobody's fault; it's just very disappointing. Very very disappointing. My whole body aches from walking all over the fucking city with my bag of show stuff, and it was all for naught.
Now I have to try to reschedule this, and I just don't know where I can fit it in. I have 4-5 doctor/dentist appointments scheduled over the next couple of weeks, and this place doesn't take anyone on the weekends. *Sigh*
Killed time until I had to be at Lazard for the evening, and got (nicely) chewed out by Mary for adding on extra hours (which Matt said I could do way back when and now doesn't remember. Thanks, dude). I've been staying later when I can because I always want to pick up hours but I guess I'm just going to have to trust I'll get enough hours and assignments, and save as much as I can in case I don't. At least one good thing is happening: L has an extra Knicks ticket, so I'm going to meet him at the game. Yay. It's always great to hang out with him.
*sigh* Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Telephone Irritation...
Sep. 26th, 2002 07:29 pmThere are days when I long to reach through the cord and slap the shit out of people.
When calling for a lowly analyst (one for whom the evening assistant is not expected to take messages--in fact I'm not even supposed to answer his goddamn phone, I just can't always tell the difference between the rings), the correct response to "Would you like voice mail?" is not to hem and haw and play with your dick and then ask if I can try him again. No, I can't. He's not here. No, really. No. Really. How do I know this? Because the Managing Director, who is much more important than the analyst you're trying to reach, HAS A CALL COMING THROUGH!!! Don't make me be rude! I am thisclose to hanging up on your indecisive ass!
I think a Dirty Dancing quotation applies here:
Robbie (slapping a copy of Atlas Shrugged into Baby's hand): Some people count--some don't. Read it. But don't mess it up, I've got notes in the margin.
When calling for a lowly analyst (one for whom the evening assistant is not expected to take messages--in fact I'm not even supposed to answer his goddamn phone, I just can't always tell the difference between the rings), the correct response to "Would you like voice mail?" is not to hem and haw and play with your dick and then ask if I can try him again. No, I can't. He's not here. No, really. No. Really. How do I know this? Because the Managing Director, who is much more important than the analyst you're trying to reach, HAS A CALL COMING THROUGH!!! Don't make me be rude! I am thisclose to hanging up on your indecisive ass!
I think a Dirty Dancing quotation applies here:
Robbie (slapping a copy of Atlas Shrugged into Baby's hand): Some people count--some don't. Read it. But don't mess it up, I've got notes in the margin.
