Best Job EVAR!

I kinda love my job. Not the fact that it might be over soon, but just the job in general.
To start off, you might need a little background. I  have college instincts, specifically the ones that say if there is free food, then you should eat as much as possible, even more sometimes. So in this line of work there is a lot of food. At all the sets I've gone to, breakfast and lunch have been provided along with snacks throughout the entire day. That's a lot of food. We even get lunch in the office. This is a good job for me. Plenty of food. I might actually gain weight  with this job! (Little note: I've been 5'8" and 120 pounds since I was 14, never changed).


Another thing is the awesome people I get to work with. There's Bobert, who is just chill, Steve (not the internet) who is Steve, Matt who doesn't give a shit what people think, the ever-charming Cameron who wears tee shirts in February and a giant coat and scarf, and Rufus who is a Rufus. I can't explain this guy. He's so different from every person in the world. This guy is crazy, but in a good way. Never shuts up, but he always has something interesting/funny/awesome/cool to say. He has really fluffy dark brown hair, like how mine used to be in the extremely humid summer. He has been pretty much everywhere, and likes to live out in the country. Like real country. Log-cabin in the middle of nowhere style. This dude has been fucking everywhere, gone to school in France, hitchhiked through Ireland, and gone all through South America. Who is this guy?
There was also cake. I mean cake. It was the (I don't know what she does) girl's birthday. We had a cake for her. But we had to distract her. So naturally Rufus does a banging good job at it. He pretty much had her distracted going on tangent off of tangents until their conversation had gone in about 3 circles and the homemade cake with chocolate icing appeared. It was good cake...

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I really couldn't think of a title since today I just kept a list of the things I thought I could rant about.
I have been watching Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and really all I can think about is how much Guildenstern reminds me of Jake from Jake and Amir, and the more I think about that the more I make myself think of Rosencrantz as Amir. But I'm still not sure which is which...and this is the second time I've seen it.
In the office today the Bob (known forever more as Bobert) asked if I had change from the toll roads. I got to thinking: why are there speed limits on toll roads? I mean, yes it's safe, but shouldn't it at least be higher than normal since people are paying to use it? Of course there are the tolls in Ireland where your license plate is recorded and you pay for it online afterwards...random. Also today I had to give someone back money, and apparently I gave them too much, and he complained. Why? Why complain if someone gives you too much money? Please tell me if I do that, but don't complain. It makes no sense.
I've also kind of been wasting some time. You see my job in the office is to pick of Steve's (not the Internet's) slack, but Steve (not the Internet) is awesome at his job, so I don't do much. I play with Google Maps, and lately draw on my hands. I don't know why it's so entertaining to draw stitches around my pointer finger, a fleur de lis on my middle finger, and an HRC symbol on my ring finger. I'm just getting weirder.
I'm also kind of disappointed now. I used to always think my small city was tiny. I was told it was smaller than central park, but now I've actually Googled it and found that it's bigger. I don't know why I resent my town so much. It wasn't horrible, except for my father's relatives and their friends, but it was just boring. It was not my style with nothing but civil war history and the entirety of the town focused on the high school and the apple blossom festival. I just didn't feel right there. It feels good up here, though I could do with out the cold.
I saw an incredibly awesome feet today. Bobert opened a huge UPS box that was delivered today...WITH A SPOON! Yeah, I'm easily amused.
One tiny tidbit so this doesn't seem too rambly. It's the year of the dragon in the Chinese zodiac, and all I can think of is Mushu from Mulan. A little tiny almost pathetic dragon, voiced by Eddie Murphy. BEST YEAR EVAR!

I Kinda Just...

Fun Fact: I don't know how to use a fax machine. At least I didn't until today. I never used a fax machine in my life. All I ever knew about them was to not call them on a phone. But I had to fax somethings today, and I didn't know how. This is definitely a sign of a new era, one that will grow up with email and Skype instead of fax machines and phones.
So apparently having a drivers license in the film world, is like being a pirate who can swim. It's useful, but that means you get sent out for shit. I was just sitting at my table, waiting for the printer to be free so I could print out some signs, when Steve (not the internet) asks the fateful question, "Hey, do you have a drivers license?" That was when I knew I was about to swim. Before I knew it I was with the Bob (identifiable "chestnut-brown haired motherfucker") at the parking garage across the street getting into a Prius. I'd never driven a Prius. I'd never driven in New York. I was scared. Then I hit the freeway. Yay! Traffic. Ech... The speed limit: 50 mph; my average speed: 25 mph. Something is messed up. I'm from Virginia, where you go 50 in a 2. Now I'm here where you go 25 in a 50. Doesn't make sense. I also had no idea where I was going. Luckily the Bob sent me off with his Garmin, so I didn't get lost, but I drove to YONKERS.
I eventually got there, about 20 minutes after the GPS had originally estimated. I found the place, and the Man to whom I had to give my package. I saw the stage where they fake the scenes with a green screen, 'twas trés cool. As I got into my car, the Man taps on my window, so I roll it down. "You want some cheese?" Who says no to free cheese?
Later, the poor intern returned to the office, accidentally walking up the back stairs before she realized there was no door handle (I found this out on the seventh floor), so she had to go all the way back down, outside, to the front door, and up seven flights of stairs, only to find that she had to go 13 blocks to drop off a scarf to the French producer. Really? Just label me "Delivery Girl" why don't ya? Ah well, I still got free mozzarella cheese out of it, even if I had to drive in the rain, then walk in it all the way home because there wasn't a near-enough subway to make the trip worthwhile.