Work and Play and Everything in Between
Once upon a time I kept a blog because I had a cool job. Now there's just no excuse for it.


Monday, November 17, 2003  

I am off from Letterman tonight so I figured I would take this time to update this lovely blog. Ok, lovely is stretching it a bit. How about slightly boring and uneventful? Works for me.

I did stop by work after work... ahh, the joy of 2 jobs. Really though, I stopped by Late Show to drop off a DVD I have promised someone for about 2 weeks now and was sooo excited. =) * 4 * new people were starting today. You couldn't possibly understand how happy that makes me. Soon enough I will be done with platform duty. =) For the past 2 weeks I've been manning the "platform" for about an hour each day. Scraping raw chicken pieces off the floor at Chick fil A was better than this job. Basically it's solitary confinement... I am required to stand on this landing of 2 staircases that lead to the downstairs restrooms. The main goal of this position it to make sure that no one is in the hallway when Dave runs by at 4:20, so I am only really needed for about 10 minutes. The other 50 minutes or so I am pacing back and forth, practicing my dance moves, daydreaming about actually being in the studio watching the show or just plain zoning out. If I was actually able to sit it would be a great time and place to meditate, but I "have to look sharp" which evidently means no sitting. Cause someone walking around the corner seeing me practicing my "lawnmower" to stay awake is sooooo much better.

I can't say it's ALL a waste. Earlier I mentioned that Dave runs by this platform everyday. My very first time to work this position everyone told me, "He'll sprint right past you, maybe saying hi. Just smile and say hi back" (oh and BTW, these people are total freaks about how you aren't supposed to look him in the eye, how you are not supposed to talk to him, etc.) Anyway, so at 4:20 I hear stomping from around the corner. I think to myself, "Well, this can't be him, cause this doesn't sound like a sprint" but sure enough it was him, shoulders slouched over like a monkey, running like a grandma. He looks at me, gives me the goofiest smile I have EVER seen and then..... He HISSED AT ME. (Not like a snake his, but more like a vampire hiss. Like it matters) And then he continues off into the sunset. Later on I asked if he hisses at everyone their first time on the platform... apparently this was a first. Oh, don't I feel like a special gal.

Well, that's it for now. I have some serious business to attend to... Tony Hawk. =)

posted by Gwen | 5:52 PM
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