Friday, February 29, 2008

No good deed

One of the big stories in today's local news was about a man who got into a cab with a baby, then asked the driver to stop and fled the car, leaving the baby behind. The driver took the baby to the nearest firehouse.

The driver is getting a $300 reward for his "good deed." (I can't find a link to the radio story that mentioned that today, and the above link doesn't talk about it.)

I'm sorry, what? What else could he have done? Toss the kid out on the sidewalk? Stolen it? Why are we giving someone a monetary reward for doing something "good" when his only other options were, in fact, criminal?

Maybe I'll find a baby on the street later. That's better than finding a lost dollar bill! I mean, as long as I don't kill it.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Yes, actually, I mind very much

The people I'm working with are lovely, but they're consistently stepping on one of my biggest temp pet peeves. Here's a typical conversation:
Co-worker: "Hey are you doing anything right now?"
Me: "Nope." (Translation: "Yes, but nothing you're paying me for.")
Co-worker: "Would you mind making 3 copies of this for me?"
Me: "Uh, of course not."

Just once I'd like to say, "Yes, actually, I mind very much. My Google Reader is very full today."

I'm all for being polite, but making copies for you is my job. It's the entire reason I'm here and not home in bed. By all means say "please" and "thank you," and sure, hedge a little bit if you're asking me to do something not really in my job description like pick up your dry cleaning, but don't waste my time and yours by asking my permission to put me to work. And stop with the disproportionate gratitude while you're at it. I know that my presence here is helpful to you, but after all you are paying me. I'm not doing you a favor out of the goodness of my heart. I am motivated purely by a paycheck, and I'd feel much more comfortable if your attitude were as mercenary as mine.

Monday, February 25, 2008

A bee montage?!

Cintra Wilson perfectly sums up the Oscars.

In short: This year, Oscar honored the heart-touching magic of the film industry's celebration of life by sucking every possible ounce of spontaneous life, marrow and energy out of the event by waterboarding it to the point of gag-reflex failure with canned montages.

My favorite quote:
To karmically rebalance these mortal offenses, Bob Fosse must rise and vengefully return from his grave to fan-kick down the door of Robert Iger's summer home and terrorize him with zombie jazz hands.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Phone Pics

I was transferring photos off my phone today to email a couple and I found some I forgot I had taken.

I've walked by this door many times (it's on 41st Street, between the two terminals of Port Authority) but never noticed it before - maybe the lettering is new. The spelling mistake is just so ODD.
At first I just read it as ACTIVE, 'cause I knew what it was supposed to say. Then I thought it said ATIVE, because my brain really couldn't process ATVIE. How did one letter go missing and three go completely out of order in a six-letter word? It stands out even more because the rest of it looks so good (I mean, for what it is).

These are from a slightly drunk walk through midtown after an opening night party on a cloudy January night. I just had one of those "I never get tired of this city" moments (well, two of them, I guess).



Thursday, February 21, 2008

President Bush is a Douchebag

As if we needed more proof...

I just read that 2007 is the last tax year for which people can deduct tuition expenses, educator expenses (teachers' out-of-pocket costs), and home energy improvement purchases.

The Bush Administration: Not giving a shit about education or the environment since 2000.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


Awesome article sent to me by MF today.

what a way to make a living

It's been a strange few months for me work-wise, marked by that most lucrative of theatrical ventures, the off-off-Broadway show, a couple of odd short-term gigs, some subbing, an ongoing attempt to reboot my career (more on that if and when I actually have something to show for it) and a whole lot of Law & Order reruns on TNT. Time to blog? Tons. Anything worth blogging about? Not so much. It wasn't a bad time, really. I was actually making ends meet, and enjoying fantasies of being a househusband who could keep the apartment clean, get to the gym every day, and try out all the recipes I saw on Martha Stewart. Sadly, I lack the savings, independent wealth or rich husband to make that lifestyle a reality, and my unemployment ran out. So I headed to yet another temp agency (my 6th or 7th in the 10 years since college - how messed up is that?), since the one I'd registered with in the fall had so far only managed to get me one day of reception work back in November.

So long story short (too late), I'm a corporate temp again, for the first time in over a year (longer if you don't count the extremely cushy time I spent with the Foreign Lawyers). I went to this particular agency because my friend who works for them routinely gets assigned to major media companies. She's currently working for a television network and has a TV at her desk.

So, naturally, I'm working at the corporate headquarters of an American sports institution. I don't mean a cable channel, or even a team; I mean the people who run the professional sport. I won't say I know nothing about sports, because I live in America and I listen to news radio almost every morning – it's not like I turn it off when the sports report comes on – but I not only have no interest, I have a pretty healthy disdain for professional sports. Aaaawkwaaard!

Normally when you're a temp, everyone expects you to be kind of an idiot. A temp who shows the slightest glimmer of intelligence and initiative is heaped with praise. If I worked for a real estate company, no one would assume I knew anything about real estate. But it's positively un-American to not know anything about, er, cricket. I'm actually surprised at some of the hidden knowledge deep within my brain for reasons unknown, but it doesn't seem to be very useful. They can't seem to decide how to sort anything - sometimes it's by team, sometimes by city, and sometimes by league – so even when I think I know something I never know where to look for it. Last week I was updating an old contact list by calling offices on a new contact list to confirm names, and I asked someone why I couldn't find the [City] [Team] on any of the new lists. "Um, because they don't exist anymore." But... but I'd heard of them! I saw the name of the city and magically knew the name of the team! How can they not exist? I have just proven to you how little I follow this sport, and how in your eyes that makes me less of a man.

Fortunately, the work is pretty typical temp stuff – copying, filing, data-entry, phones – and the people are far less frat-boy-ish than I expected, so it's not too bad. However, I live every moment in fear that someone will offer me tickets to a game and I'll have to go.

Monday, February 04, 2008

A highly intelligent post about politics

I was chatting with a friend about not knowing who to vote for tomorrow since Edwards dropped out. She sent me this article a friend of hers wrote, which got us on the topic of Obama's qualifications. "I don't mind his lack of experience," I said, "because I think he'll surround himself with good people and inspire them to do good work. And he's not a douchebag."

What does it say about the state of our country, our political system, and the times we live in, that "not a douchebag" is so much of what it comes down to? I care about a lot of issues, but "not a douchebag" is pretty much on the top of my list. From my close, personal relationship with President Bartlett, I gather that to be a good President, you need to keep an open mind, listen to your advisors, and, I dunno, maybe consider the wishes and needs of the people who elected you from time to time. These are not things a douchebag is good at.

And so, Barak Obama is not a douchebag. I think Hillary Clinton might be a bit of a douchebag, but only a little and I like her policies. I certainly don't see myself voting Republican, but I think John McCain is probably not a douchebag, and Mitt Romney probably is. Rudy Guiliani is most definitely an enormous douchebag. And obviously, George W. Bush is gigantic fucking douchebag.

So may the best man or woman win tomorrow, and free us from President Douchebag.

For the record, this conversation really happened, and this was posted 3 days before The Daily Show did an extended douchebag riff on Romney. Not that I'm suggesting they stole it from me, I'm just clarifying that I didn't steal it from them! Clearly, theirs was much funnier.