the end of an era
Well, not really an era so much. More like the end of a great two years. Sigh. I had to cancel my iPhone yesterday. The phone capabilities on my iPhone will be ending Sunday, September 27th. I'll be in Vienna. It wouldn't work there anyhow. It'll just be a non-glorified iPod Touch essentially. I am assuming the internet will work when I am around a wireless signal. But, you know what they say about assuming. Blah blah blah, uming.
To celebrate my departure from the great city of Los Angeles, a casting director emailed me today about reading for a part in a Disney show that they are shooting next week. Now, I'm not usually overconfident about things. But I am pretty damn confident that I'm a terrible actor. And the Disney shows are all about terrible acting. I got this. My audition is at 5pm. It's two lines. I'm not worried.
Today is my last day of my second to last week of work. We're actually moving our offices across the street to the main building today. We have been sequestered in their secondary space for all of my time here. I have basically been working in a cave with no natural light and no nearby restrooms. So I will get one week of living the good life. I also think I might reprise what I did my last week at Evite. It involves drinking every day at lunch. I'll keep a drunk diary and share it with you.
Oh, and some other good news. Last night was the first night I didn't wake up with a hacking cough in the middle of the night and have to down some Robitussin DM. It looks like the non-h1n1 is on it's way out. Don't keep in touch, non-h1n1. You're an asshole.
so i guess i am here and he is there…
The Los Angeles / Vienna time difference is an inconvenient one. I just got off the phone with the newly expatriated Alexander Platt. He had to get up early. It's nine hours ahead there. This morning we talked before I left for work. When I get done with work, he's fast asleep. So it's pretty much before bed and after I wake up as far as our phone conversating is concerned. That's actually not such a bad restriction. Those are the times I like to talk to people anyhow. On the weekend, it may get a little frustrating. He's lucky that right now he is the one with the ability to call me and not I him. Because, let's be serious, it would take two minutes of boredom before I started playing the "Let's Irritate Alex at 4am" game.
In other news, I am still coming off this non-h1n1 cold. I don't think air quality in Los Angeles is helping much. When we were landing on Tuesday evening, I could actually see the flames from the big Station fire out here. I could also see the smoky cloud settled over the city. It also makes for very, eerily beautiful sunsets. I think I'll take the non-fire over the beautiful sunsets though. Too bad I didn't have a say.
I have some good news. I should have reported this before but I was just so caught up in my goings-on. Are you ready for this? You might have to sit down. It happened. It really did. I came home to an envelope from the Texas DOT with my beautiful baby title. Hooray. I'm not religious but God bless Texas. So if you're playing Michelle's To-Do List Bingo, mark that square with your dobber. And if you don't know what a dobber is, please go to your nearest bingo hall and play a few cards before you come back to this blog. It is for your own good.
And in the category of fantastic news, I just found out that I will be attending a taping of Judge Judy during my last week here in Los Angeles. My super great friend Sharon has friends in high places and we are both going for a whole day of live-in-your-face Judge Judy. I have also been promised a picture with the lady herself. That picture is for my Grandpa. You see, I went to Judge Judy a few years ago and sat through a few episodes. I managed to catch myself on TV a time or two but my Judge Judy superfan Grandfather did not. And I think maybe he doesn't believe that I went. Well this time, I is going to prove it. I most certainly is.
Yeah, I write that way on purpose. Because I can pull it off.
touching base
I seem to have arrived in Vienna. The red-eye to Zürich was quick and painless. The eleven-hour layover was fairly miserable and mostly spent trying not to fall asleep. It was also, retrospectively, quite silly, as I'd've saved myself five hours by blowing off the second flight and just getting on a train. According to Google I could've walked, too, but that would have taken six days. Or rather, Google said it would take 6 Tages. Google started speaking German when I landed. This was rather unexpected. So far I'm in the middle of day one of what's at least two solid days of paperwork. I've been warned that while it's started off easy the paperwork here spans offices across the city and can become a full-contact sport. Would be easier if I hadn't caught Michelle's H1N1 head cold.
--AP


