Another day, another furtive look over one's shoulder

Another day, another furtive look over one's shoulder

I am very much not looking forward to starting work again tomorrow. At least I'm not looking forward to working with the same company. Word on the street is that there's some bad vibes from the big-wigs headed in my direction because of an incident that I described in a previous post. The whole thing got blown out of proportion by the gentleman referenced in the previous post, so the producers now think I'm some sort of mole revolutionary, poised to breed dissent in the ranks of their already disgruntled soldiers.

So it's my duty to keep my head down for the first week or so. (How much farther down can one's head even go if one is only a production assistant?) No worries, though. I've been re-evaluating my job at that company for some time, and I think it's time to set sail for greener pastures after this show. In the meantime: head down, mouth shut.

Watching:

Grandma's Boy (Hiiiilarious. Much funnier than the overrated 40 Year Old Virgin and Wedding Crashers.)

"Samurai Champloo - Volume 1"

Reading:

Belief or Nonbelief?

The Arcanum

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