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So now I can add "voice-over work" to my résumé. Got to do a "on your mark, get set, go" to advertise our upcoming car-buying site (if you notice that that particular phrase is never used to start an auto race, you're too late, I already pointed it out, and after losing the argument, the chap who thought of it finally said "It's too late now!" Sigh). My direction from Dave the video guy: "Okay, let's say the SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! guy is a 10 and (our uberboss) is a 1. I need you at about a 6, 6.5." Took three whole takes. But, still, not a bad day at work.
I saw the footage for the commercial. I look (a) stoned (b) extremely tired (c) abused. That's not multiple-choice, I'm afraid it's all of the above. Well, it was afternoon at work on a one-coffee day. I hate those days.
Went to Crab Vs. Pipe with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rewil today (note: it's our name for Red Lobster, after this movie. Hint: pipe wins). I had mushrooms stuffed with crab and lobstah. Not bad, except that my new meds make me a little queasy, and perhaps I should REMEMBER THIS. I'm recouping today with more shamrock shake. I know. I can't help it.
Uberboss today asked how to spell "hors d'oeuvres" because he was typing the first few letters in and spell-check wasn't helping at all. Gave it a shot from memory and pegged it. Boo-yah.
Also had annual employee review nearly three months tardy, which is okay. Even better: didn't do badly. This calms the paranoia.
Watch died. Am watchless for the first time in decades. I'm losing my mind. My wrist is bare and I honestly don't know what to do. Keep glancing at it. So wrong.
And my boss, the avowed not-watcher-of-"Buffy"-or-"Angel" has seen the light. This morning he asked what was up with "Angel" because he was watching it while rewinding "Enterprise" and got drawn in. "...And the green guy, with the horns? And shooting the guy in the leg? That was my clue that it wasn't a normal law firm...." Hee. Another convert. Sigh. Just in the nick of time. (He also bought a plush The Cheat. Work is gettin' better.)
I saw the footage for the commercial. I look (a) stoned (b) extremely tired (c) abused. That's not multiple-choice, I'm afraid it's all of the above. Well, it was afternoon at work on a one-coffee day. I hate those days.
Went to Crab Vs. Pipe with
rewil today (note: it's our name for Red Lobster, after this movie. Hint: pipe wins). I had mushrooms stuffed with crab and lobstah. Not bad, except that my new meds make me a little queasy, and perhaps I should REMEMBER THIS. I'm recouping today with more shamrock shake. I know. I can't help it.Uberboss today asked how to spell "hors d'oeuvres" because he was typing the first few letters in and spell-check wasn't helping at all. Gave it a shot from memory and pegged it. Boo-yah.
Also had annual employee review nearly three months tardy, which is okay. Even better: didn't do badly. This calms the paranoia.
Watch died. Am watchless for the first time in decades. I'm losing my mind. My wrist is bare and I honestly don't know what to do. Keep glancing at it. So wrong.
And my boss, the avowed not-watcher-of-"Buffy"-or-"Angel" has seen the light. This morning he asked what was up with "Angel" because he was watching it while rewinding "Enterprise" and got drawn in. "...And the green guy, with the horns? And shooting the guy in the leg? That was my clue that it wasn't a normal law firm...." Hee. Another convert. Sigh. Just in the nick of time. (He also bought a plush The Cheat. Work is gettin' better.)
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