Friday. Yup. Sure is.
Nov. 14th, 2003 12:20 pmMy car is at the shop, my body is at work, my mind is at Return of the King...
wait.
So - emails you never get at *your* job, that I get at mine.
"Does anyone have Queen's 'Killer Queen' on cd? We need it to spice up an interstitial about Queen Elizabeth." (Well. That's going to be an odd little piece of educational television.)
"We need a copy of Playboy in braille for the documentary on the 50th anniversary. Any help appreciated." (note: I *could and did* lead them to a copy.)
"Cyndi Lauper feels her dressing room is too dark - can anyone lend us a floor lamp?" (I did not feel the urge to go meet Cyndi Lauper, as I did with Art Spiegelman, Elie Wiesel, Kofi Annan, and Al Franken. Nor did I have a floor lamp. Tough luck, Cyndi.)
Ah, Friday.
wait.
So - emails you never get at *your* job, that I get at mine.
"Does anyone have Queen's 'Killer Queen' on cd? We need it to spice up an interstitial about Queen Elizabeth." (Well. That's going to be an odd little piece of educational television.)
"We need a copy of Playboy in braille for the documentary on the 50th anniversary. Any help appreciated." (note: I *could and did* lead them to a copy.)
"Cyndi Lauper feels her dressing room is too dark - can anyone lend us a floor lamp?" (I did not feel the urge to go meet Cyndi Lauper, as I did with Art Spiegelman, Elie Wiesel, Kofi Annan, and Al Franken. Nor did I have a floor lamp. Tough luck, Cyndi.)
Ah, Friday.