nothing says l.a. than being too busy for someone. it's the best excuse ever. i know, i've used it.
it always feels exotic to be WORKING. so much of our time is spent struggling to get work keep work workworkwork. when we are actively working it's the perfect reason to get a little full of ourselves, excusing our prolonged absenses with lofty phrase like, "oh, you know ... been out of town ... shooting a cowboy picture."
it kinda feels good.
i stopped by my agent's office today, not actually to see my agent, whom i've grown incredibly wary of in the past year, but to see the super-sweet accounting lady, whom i adore.
as for my agent...? our relationship has worse than jumped the shark. he now says things to deliberately provoke and insult me. nice.
so i thought (for some reason?) that i'd stop by and be friendly. it's my nature. i was just going to pass by the door and wave. he couldn't be UNhappy to see me, right? i just worked a great gig, yadda yadda. instead...
i got the flipper.
a weak smile, a nod with raised eyebrows to approximate recognition, then a hand postioned with the back up, waved in a vaguely flipperish motion.
meaning "okay. i see you. now go away. can't you see i'm busy? WORKING???"
i was on the phone with someone not too long ago, when suddenly they were going to get off the phone with me because he had a "long distance call from back east" coming in. then he stopped, and said, "isn't that funny that we still instinctively think that 'long distance' trumps anything?"
sure. on just another garden variety shitty day, it's a hard town to be in if you're not working.
but why do we think that work trumps everything? that being out of town on a shoot means getting big in the britches? that being on the phone is a get-out-of-jail-free-card on rudeness? that busy is the best way to be?
i'm taking the rest of the day off, just to be a lily, and remind myself that the universe thinks i'm great, no matter what i'm doing, as long as i want to do it. the universe has yet to ever give me the ol' flipper.
what would that even look like?
You will never get the flipper from me, Miss Lily! Would love to hear more about your work as a cowpoke!
Can that agent's ass! Thats just so wrong!
Miss you - Maz.
Posted by: Maz | March 23, 2006 at 11:27 AM