if you have anything that is REMOTELY funny and sfw. puhleeeease let me know. either that, or make the markets tank again (which, really, please don't do because then it's STRESS.).
link anything and everything you got to me here and i'll probably get through all of it tomorrow.
reporting to you live from the production control room in the cnbc newsroom, it's me. i've become so apathetic. my executive producer storms in here and starts interrogating me about something that a segment producer forgot to do. now, i watched these two graphics go untitled all day, i could've said something, but i'm sick and tired of babysitting people who are ten years older than i am and have about that much more experience than i do as well. sod off and figure out your damn job by yourself. then, a promo for another show was late getting into the control room. i could've called the graphics department...if i cared. which, i clearly don't. when brad (the other news associate) and i order a promo and it's not in the control room at the time it needs to be, we get contacted and we have to deal with the graphics department. now, if the show after us has a promo and it's not in, their news associate (who i grew up with) doesn't get blamed, i do. now, that just doesn't seem fair. why aren't you yelling at jesse, sir executive producer? you are ep for both of our shows, you know who he is. go chew him out.
i don't mean to sound self-important, but it seems that everyone expects crap of brad and me and not anyone else. we're like, the elite news associates who have to cover everyone else's asses and who get blamed for everything all at once. it's fabulous really.
i've reached the point where i'm doing the bare minimum for the rest of the week. just deal with it.
for sure. i'm a bitch. not a mean female. no more like, a-sure-you-can-take-advantage-of-me-in-the-prison-showers-bitch. only, i'm a cnbc/wall street journal report bitch. you need me to make tapes? you got it. but that's what interns are for. you need me to fedex something. okay. but why do you just hang around and talk while i'm doing all your inane errands? you need me to come into a control room on the other side of the building to set up stock charts for a taping of a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SHOW THAT IS NOWHERE NEAR TO BEING MY RESPONSIBILITY ?! fine. but then, you're going to yell at me while i'm trying to do you a fucking favor in the middle of my day. not okay. i can NOT wait until one producer in particular (who is a great person to hang out with, but a WRETCHED person to work with) goes on vacation for two weeks. seriously. it's like me going on vacation too. only maybe this time i'll get across the border.
where do i work? i technically work at cnbc...america's business network, first in business news. blah blah. but! i can get away with magenta hair, misfits teeshirts and chucks. stephen collins, the dad from 7th heaven is on our air right now. i am writing a live journal message. and the two other news associates i work with and i are all watching the price is right. i spend a lot of the day on ebay, myspace, gmail and gawker (and now lj? darkside!) seriously. business news has its privileges.
i guess i'm learning some stuff at work, which is a good thing. it's routine, but i could TOTALLY tell you where to put your money. well, technically i can't. but i totally could...know what i mean?
tonight i'm meeting up with futt to see her pmom and our friend abby in manhattan for dinner and the miss usa (see ya later tara connor) pagaent. and then maybe fannie and english boy (just so i can a. see him and b. hit him for not knowing fannie's name) for drinks. then on to rutgers.
also, finally this weekend, no more long runs! njjess and i are training for the boston marathon and it's in like, 3.5 weeks (fuuuuck me) and we don't have to do a 20mi training run ever again. thank god.
taste of chaos tomorrow. ski trip for a week on monday!
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