Its gonna be one of those days

So the office is getting new floors. Its been a long time coming and now it has somehow been placed in my charge. I am moving boxes and organizing offices. Also, I have to do all my other duties. Plus, we have the other company owner in town, so now I am an assistant to him also. He hasn't asked me to do anything serious, but I am just waiting. That is one of the best traits an assistant can have, that constant anticipation. The need to guess what someone is going to ask and do it before they ask. It makes you look baller to your bosses. So, try to anticipate and deliver it.

It has happened

They took my brand new company laptop away from me and am replacing it with a laptop that is like, 5 years old and I will be its fifth owner. To be honest, I thought they would have figured it out sooner but I wasn't going to be the one to tell them.

So they are taking mine and giving it to someone else. Not that this woman isn't deserving of my fancy laptop, I just don't want my baby taken away from me. Its like my child. I took it out of the box. I plugged it into the wall and gave it its first taste of electricity. I was the who turned it on for the very first time. I don't want to give my baby to some stranger who won't take care of it the way I do.

Sad situation. I am going to go hold my laptop and rock it back and forth, whisper "its not your fault you are wonderful" and cherish these final moments we have together.
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Its been too long

Ok, Well, it has been too long since I have last posted. Its not like things aren't happening. They are. I just can't talk about them. And not for any sexy reason other than the majority of the stories involve my boss. And, I certainly don't want to publish anything about my boss. And no, I can not justify it by using code names to protect the innocent. I will not be posting about my trials and tribulations as an executive assistant, until, I move on from here and get a different job. Once that happens, all of the posts I have written up in word will be copy and pasted into the blog. But, until then, those stories will never see the light of day.

But why, you ask?

Two reasons: One, self preservation. I want to keep this job. For the most part I like this job. Answering the phones, making travel arrangements (and then changing or canceling them at the last minute) and other office work. Two, I like my boss. I mostly only write when I am angry at him for having me do something I find stupid, but he sees it as a necessity. I just need to keep remembering, "I am an assistant. I assist. I do what he doesn't want to do. One day, I will have an assistant and I will ask them to do things I don't want to do and they too will write about my "necessities" on their blog."

So, there you have it. I want to keep my job and I like my boss.

Wish I more to tell you. I don't. I got a new company laptop. But any minute it might be taken away and given to someone more deserving. When that happens, it might crush my soul, but don't worry readers, I will be back blogging in no time, even if I have to use a public library computer.

Never drinking again

I know that I tend to write hangover posts but I never want to drink again. I was fine I until I took the tequila shot and then got kicked out of the club. Everything after the tequila shot is a little fuzzy. Pretty sure I vomited in the streets. Kept it together in the taxi, got back to lizs where I proceeded to vomit some more. It was so embarrassing. I don't do this kind of thing. I am very classy and I keep it together. I don't know how I got the couch but I am here. Its 9 in the morning. Don't know how long I am been here but I am sipping on water and pretty much am still drunk. I want to die. This is so uncool. Making my friends take care of me. I am an adult. I should have known my limits. But on the other hand, I never do shit like this, so I was bound for a shity night. The last time I got sick from drinking was one of the last college parties. That was nine months ago. I was so due.
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I am having an axiety attack

(I do not own this picture)
So, I sure probably lay off the red bull as it may be leading to the anxiety I am feeling. Or maybe the fact that I need something and have to wait on others is causing that. I was given the wonderful task of assembling three scripts for one of the shows and emailing them to the network who pay us a lot of money to make said show. I have two out of the three scripts and what I am doing with them is watching the shows and making sure the scripts match the final cut of the show word for word. Not a super exciting task but still, good fun. Until I find out that I to delivered the scripts tomorrow by 10 AM and the shows haven't even been posted online for me to access and watch. So, now I don;t have a fucking clue what to do and am freaking out. And of course, through all this freaking out i learn that we can push back the delivery by one day so now I still have one day to work on it, which isn't bad, I guess. Hopefully, one of the shows will be done today and I can watch it and finish that script and tomorrow the second show will be posted and I can watch that one and send it all in on Wednesday by 10 AM. That seems plausible, right? Oh fuck, I need to go lie down.