It’s been a full week at my new job! I kind of fell off the blog wagon for a bit.
Leaving ABC in the middle of a shit storm was probably one of the most stressful weeks of my life. Usually when people leave they get sushi celebrations, cupcakes in the kitchen at 3pm, hug & tears, and a grand Disney farewell. Leaving the week your boss gets fired & a new boss gets brought in—all very publicly—results in slamming doors, foul moods, and chaotic tension. It was no one’s fault. Nature of the business. Part of me wanted to just quietly sneak out the door, but that didn’t feel right either. It was just an awkward end to a 3 1/2 year run.
I took a week off in between and learned something about myself. I am no good at planned downtime. I’m restless. I ran a bagillion errands. I shopped. I returned. I created new errands while running errands. I worked out. I juiced. I had an Aunt Becky sighting after I worked out, while juicing. It was all very LA. A John Stamos really would have made my hiatus complete.
On Monday, I started my new job. I’m working as a segment producer for a Discovery show. And let me tell you. My world has flipped upside down. I’m not quite on a bed smoking a bong in a weird hotel like Selena, but I’ve used the words, “panties,” “child endangerment,” and “cross dressing,” more than I ever thought I would week one of a new job. I’m literally the girl who came from the land of Mickey Mouse, sequined costumes, red roses, and limos, and now I’m deep in the throes of bastard husbands, trannies, and false identities. So there’s that.
But it’s good. It’s really good. I’m happy. My days fly by. Bruley can come to work with me. When I can be more specific about things, I will. But for now, a sex club is calling my name. See you guys soon.