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Well, it's back to work the Green. Took me quite awhile to recupe from the bash but thank heavens i'm good as new today, mainly because I have a lot on the agenda this afternoon and I couldn't afford to be performing at less than 110%.
I was busily chatting away on my cellphone as I sauntered through the hallway, setting up meetings left right and center with agents and clients and producers. There was a big hub-bub going down in the entertainment world this week in regards to a lawsuit one of my clients was going to file against one of my OTHER clients, and of course me being stuck in the middle of it all, I had to do my best to straighten things out before crapola hit the fanola. There was way too much on my plate. I really needed Clem at this moment to help me set up a few mediation meetings but I had ALREADY sent him out on some errand earlier this morning and he would probably be unable to help me for the rest of the day. Damn.
So I guess I was left to my own devices. Continuing on with my conversation, I headed up to my office to find some client files in hopes I could get a lead on this potential lawsuit and maybe try to calm the stormy waters. One could only hope.
You know, some days I just wish all I did around here was drink coffee and read people. I guess it's too much to wish for. After all, I signed that contract, and now this place has me by the horns. Not much I can do but grin and bear it. Although on my busiest days I sometimes find myself wishing I had been more of the warrior type. I figure fighting beasties might be more fun than listening to half-talent actors whine about how they're not getting paid enough. Although I can pretty much guarantee that demon blood is a real bitch to get out of French viscose. Maybe I shouldn't entertain the idea of swinging a sword after all..
I got up to my office and locked the door behind me. I snapped my cellphone shut as I was pretty much done with that conversation anyway, and headed over to my minibar for a little something to drink to help me finish out the day. Without thinking of what happened the LAST time I drank, I took a hard swig of gin and almost immediately, my stomache heaved.
"Good Lord," I breathed as I clutched my gut. "I thought I told myself I would never drink again? I never learn." I put the bottle down and flopped myself down on the couch. I'd spend the next while there, waiting for the room to stop spinning.
I was busily chatting away on my cellphone as I sauntered through the hallway, setting up meetings left right and center with agents and clients and producers. There was a big hub-bub going down in the entertainment world this week in regards to a lawsuit one of my clients was going to file against one of my OTHER clients, and of course me being stuck in the middle of it all, I had to do my best to straighten things out before crapola hit the fanola. There was way too much on my plate. I really needed Clem at this moment to help me set up a few mediation meetings but I had ALREADY sent him out on some errand earlier this morning and he would probably be unable to help me for the rest of the day. Damn.
So I guess I was left to my own devices. Continuing on with my conversation, I headed up to my office to find some client files in hopes I could get a lead on this potential lawsuit and maybe try to calm the stormy waters. One could only hope.
You know, some days I just wish all I did around here was drink coffee and read people. I guess it's too much to wish for. After all, I signed that contract, and now this place has me by the horns. Not much I can do but grin and bear it. Although on my busiest days I sometimes find myself wishing I had been more of the warrior type. I figure fighting beasties might be more fun than listening to half-talent actors whine about how they're not getting paid enough. Although I can pretty much guarantee that demon blood is a real bitch to get out of French viscose. Maybe I shouldn't entertain the idea of swinging a sword after all..
I got up to my office and locked the door behind me. I snapped my cellphone shut as I was pretty much done with that conversation anyway, and headed over to my minibar for a little something to drink to help me finish out the day. Without thinking of what happened the LAST time I drank, I took a hard swig of gin and almost immediately, my stomache heaved.
"Good Lord," I breathed as I clutched my gut. "I thought I told myself I would never drink again? I never learn." I put the bottle down and flopped myself down on the couch. I'd spend the next while there, waiting for the room to stop spinning.