Office Shinanigans

Person 1: "First animal that comes to your mind. Go!"
Person 2: "Apple"
Person 3: "Snake"
Person 4: "Fox"
Person 5: "Bear"
Person 1: "Fox it is"
Person 5: "BEAR!!!"
Person 1: "Too late! I'm already drawing a fox."
Person 2: "That's not a fox..."
So after my 10 hours of much needed sleep, I got to the office (on time) to hear this conversation going on in the Productions department...and I thought I didn't do anything at work.
Also there, I learned that fax machines are stupid, and that they think I'm just as stupid as they are. The one at the office goes out of it's way to try and prove it's point by failing to send any faxes I have to send out. Fucking fax machine...
While I was doing my amount of nothing, the guys around me were trying to figure out how to make a conference call with the office phones. The got to three people, then...it kind of failed when they added a fourth. Not like someone pressing the wrong button, but just downright refusing to cooperate and dropping the first person dialed. Funny as an apple being an animal.
A quick summary of my usual work day:

1. 6:00 wake up
2. 6:20-6:45 think about getting out of bed
3. 6:50 take shower
4. 7:20 dress
5. 7:30 eat whatever I can find and my assortment of vitamins, painkillers, and allergy meds
6. 7:55 leave
7. 8:00 catch subway
8. 8:15 get off subway
9. 8:30-ish enter office
10. 8:30-11:00 whatever Steve (not the Internet) tells me to do
11. 12:00 food
12. 12:30-17:00 whatever Steve (not the Internet) tells me to do
13. 17:00 go home

After that it's kind of random. Well not really, it's mostly me eating and watching movies/Gintama on my laptop along with an assortment of YouTubers.

But this is kind of my old schedule from high school...I even used my backpack today to carry my stuff instead of my laptop bag...I felt like I was back in school...fuck. I'm not that homesick.

I don't even know if I'm going to have a job next week. No one has said anything about next month. I might have to pack my things and move back to Virginia. I don't exactly want to go. BAH! I wish I knew what would happen in my life! BAH!

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.