Depressing Friday
I knew I should have stayed home today. It was just a bad bad day.
To start off, very first thing this morning : The toilet overflowed.
I couldn't get it un-clogged and I had to call the landlord. She said she would have to call the maintenance people to come out and fix it later today.
Me: "Could your husband come up, and just try my plunger to see if he can un-clog it since he is stronger than me ?"
Landlord: "No, he has to go to work."
Me: "Well, I have to go to work too ! ".
There was nothing I could do about it. There was an inch of stinky water all over my bathroom floor. I threw down towels, bedsheets and newspapers to soak it up. Leaving the mess behind, I went to work.
Later in the afternoon I decide to call the Landlord. I want to find out if it has been repaired so I don't come home to any surprises.
Landlord : "Yes, they were here, they fixed it."
Me: "Oh, good, its done, I am so happy."
Landlord : "Listen Donna, what are you putting in toilet? They said it was very hard."
Me: "Just what I am supposed to put in the toilet. Toilet paper."
Landlord " "Don't put toilet paper in toilet. It is clogging."
Me : "What do you mean, don't put toilet paper in my toilet !"
Landlord : "Throw toilet paper in trash, don't put in toilet. They say it will clog it".
Me: "You can't tell me not to put toilet paper in the toilet ! Thats probably a health code violation ! "
Landlord : "No don't put. Will clog."
Me: "You can't legally rent me an apartment with a bathroom that doesn't function !"
There is just silence on the other end of the line.
Me: "Aaaggghhh .... What time does your husband get home?"
Landlord; "My husband ? Seven o'clock"
Me: "Fine"
Click.
I still haven't called her husband. I find it completely unbelievable that they would tell me not to put toilet paper in the toilet.
This is not even a conversation I want to have with them.
The maintenance people probably said to only put toilet paper in the toilet, nothing else. And she misunderstood.
Anyway, this is so crazy I don't even want to deal with it.
So, I am sitting at my desk getting over the crazy conversation with the landlord, when my cell phone rings. The number is marked "Private", but I am expecting some friends to call about weekend plans .... so I pick it up.
There is a man on the line.
Man : Hi, Donna, You sent Mrs. Casting Director a postcard with your acting information on it. Well, I am Mrs. Casting Director's Husband
Me : Oh yes, I did send out my acting postcards
Man : Well, Mrs. Casting Director is retired now. But I saw your postcard. I have worked in movies for over 20 and I worked for a long time with Mr. Oscar-Winning Director.
Me: Oh, yes, really
Man : And I also know Mr. Commercial Director who has made hundreds of commercials. Mr. Commercial Director has given me some very important advice that I would like to share with you.
Me: Yeah ...
Man : Mr Commercial Director taught me some really interesting things. What if I had a business opportunity that could make you alot of money ? That business opportunity has nothing to do with the entertainment business. Would you be interested in learning about this exciting business opportunity where you could make alot of money, even if it didn't have anything to do with the entertainment business ?
Me : No, I am only interested in the entertainment business.
Silence.
Man : Okay, well, have a good day then.
I clicked off my cellphone. If it had been a regular land-line, I would have slammed the receiver in his ear.
I quickly stop everything I am working on for the company that pays my salary. I am so enraged that this Idiot would take advantage of my Postcard that I mailed in good faith to a Casting Director.
I get on-line and I email LA Casting.com, whose labels I used.
I tell them what happened, the real name of the Casting Director, and ask them to remove this woman from their Mailing Labels.
Here are all these actors doing mailings to this woman - and these dishonest people are using the contacts to try to get suckers for another business scam.
Sending the email really didn't calm me down much, I was still mad.
And depressed. 300 postcards out in the mail to 300 Casting Directors, and my first call is a Sales Pitch for some business scam.
I try to cheer myself up. I tell myself that its going to take the honest Casting Directors time to go through their mail. And it is still to early to be expecting the legitimate responses. Those will come in a little bit.
Things then get worse at the office.
Manager #A is the only one who is able to run a certain report. And Manager #A won't give it to me. Because they are mad at Manager #B. And Manager #B is the person I am doing this project for.
I get into an argument with Manger #A on the phone.
Manager #A : No, Manager #B can do it himself.
Me: But you are the only person who has the authority to run this report.
Manager #A : I'm not doing this. Manager #B has to do this himself. He has to stand on his own two feet like everyone else
Me: But he doesn't have the capability in the computer to run this report. You are the only one the has been given the authorization to run the report.
Manager #A : I'm not doing it.
I take the paperwork for the project I am working on, and throw it on a pile on top of my file cabinet.
Its Friday, and this mess can wait until Monday.
The second the clock strikes 6:30 pm, I am out the door like a flash of lightening.
I go to the Egyptian Theatre . It is Japanese Monsters weekend. And tonight is "Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla".
I volunteer and do the mailing list sign-ups. Then I go in, and I watch the movie. I need to unwind, and a Monster movie will help me get my mind off of things from today.
This film is from 1974, and in my opinion, this Godzilla from the neck up is way to cute.
He looks like a stuffed puppy, with big white eyes. Yes, he is smashing buildings and reeking havoc in the city. But his eyes are so cute and so wide.
After the movie, I tell this to some of the other volunteers. They are shocked.
"Are you crazy ? Godzilla is not Cute ! "
I reply, "Well, this Godzilla was."
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