Archive for January 16th, 2008

Please don’t kick my seat.

Ok, so I’m here and it’s scary and ok and cold and a bit confusing. I’m not sure how to think of all this yet. Today has included the following: getting up at 5 am; checking into my flight in Madison and being told that I have a reservation but not a ticket; eating a spinach and egg quesadilla in the MSP airport; sitting in front of a kid who would not stop kicking my seat for an hour and a half until I moved to the one open seat I could find, which was in the back row, middle; taking the shuttle to Park City on which I met my new best friend, a volunteer & a filmmaker, who dumped me when she discovered that the woman on her other side was a film buyer (cards were exchanged); checking in; orientation — before which the guy running it insisted on smacking the top of the tent we were in because there was condensation on it, resulting in a rainstorm all over me — to which, he said, “Oh, I didn’t see you there” (there were two people in the tent); getting my Kenneth Cole jacket (cute, but being between sizes means it’s way bulky on top and snuggly around my hips); finding out about the sleeper sofa (have I mentioned this yet?); waiting and waiting with lines and scariness and my bags all over the place; catching the bus; losing the bus; being stranded in Park City; getting a ride with a nice young chap (probably a Momo); going to the wrong condo; finding the right condo, dropping off my stuff, racing to my meeting at the library, getting to the library just as the meeting was ending; calling Ben in tears on the way back to the condo and telling him I missed puppy and wanted to come home; coming into the condo again and chatting with (mostly) mellow roommates and having a laugh or two. I’m so tired, but I can’t exactly say the sofa bed right in front of the door is calling my name.

Tomorrow, I start work. I’m working at the Egyptian theatre, which is old and downtown (I’m told). Tomorrow’s task is titled “set up and press conference” and I’m to be there from noon to six p.m. After that, I work 7:30 am till 2:30 pm every day, which might be good for me and also means I’ll be able to watch the Packer game. Hurrah. Anyway, my job is titled something with “liason” in it, but I think I’ll just be standing outside for long periods of time hoping the peeps in line don’t revolt.

So, there’s a party for the volunteers tonight and while I’m told it’s really fun, I was told in the same breath that last year’s theme was “hats” and that when you entered the party you were given a hat and you had to decorate it.

Celebrity count: Zero (unless you count the guy that vaguely resembled Jared Leto at the terminal).


January 2008

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