So far, so good.
Had my first face-to-face meeting with this person:
And... he wasn't a fucking bastard. In fact, he was nice. He did not slap my back, but we joked and talked about stuff like grown-ups.
I've spent weeks psyching myself up for this. I've dealt with demi-celebs in a professional capacity before, but this is the first person who I REALLY, REALLY admire. And there he was on the couch, eating a sandwich. Next to me.
His hair is snowy white.
Weird.
Friday is the first interaction with the client and Monday is the big show. Jesus. I'm still giddy. Sorry if I've been harping on this... just, I mean, shit.
Anyway, exclesior.
And... he wasn't a fucking bastard. In fact, he was nice. He did not slap my back, but we joked and talked about stuff like grown-ups.
I've spent weeks psyching myself up for this. I've dealt with demi-celebs in a professional capacity before, but this is the first person who I REALLY, REALLY admire. And there he was on the couch, eating a sandwich. Next to me.
His hair is snowy white.
Weird.
Friday is the first interaction with the client and Monday is the big show. Jesus. I'm still giddy. Sorry if I've been harping on this... just, I mean, shit.
Anyway, exclesior.
Labels: My Idiotic Job
posted by Greg Mills at 3:57 PM
13 Comments:
I'm insanely jealous. :) Good luck!
Keep harping. This is so cool! I can't wait to hear/see what happens. Also, thanks for the shout-out for me and mine's blog-ettes! I want to meet Tracy. I'm picking out just the right outfit to email her in. Want it to go just right. Anyway, congratulations on the up-close sandwich sharing with You Know Who. Looking forward to the juice that follows.
Huh. He's got kind of a rep for being difficult to work with. Don't let him show you that sixth finger, or Jamie Lee's undescended testicles.
In excelsis deo.
G.
Lucky you!
cool
Dude, I'm so jealous. I love love love his stuff.
Stephanie -- Thank you!
treatskelly -- Thank you! You and Tracy should seriously hook up. You'd like her. And get this: she used to be Eric H.'s partner. (Work- not life-)
lilyroyale -- Heard the same, but he was actually not a swine at all.
G. -- Yes.
Marion -- I only believe in bad luck.
booboo -- yes
Jay -- Well, you should fucking get your writing out in the world. You're very funny, girly.
First off, I am jealous because you never talk about when WE ate sandwiches together. It was actually beef kabob, but same difference.
Second off, treatstkelly, don't fret about your outfit. As long as you are not festooned with spikes, I will find you to be lovely.
Third off, Eric H. Good times.
H.I.D.T. -- Pick the place, pick the time, pick the sammich, girly. We'll eat sandwiches.
Can you handle the Ferry Building, Beeatch? Monday, March 12. Taylor's. 12:30. Do it.
I might be able to wandle over there. My Lark scooter is in the shop. Should I bring the Waynal?
Just bring enough money to treat.
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