The Writer's Guild strike is over. Today the membership voted unanimously to go back to work. As much as I need the paycheck, I will really miss this weird time. I told Sam today after I cast my vote to lift "the restraining order" (that's what they call a strike in the Constitution apparently), it was one of the best times of my life.
I know I bitched about it while it was happening but I met some great people on that picket line. It's amazing what 3 hours of walking in circles can do for a friendship.
I report back to The Game tomorrow at 10am. It seems impossible. I pouted about it today but I need to shake out the sillies and realize that I am one of the luckiest motherf*er's on Earth. A lot of people aren't going back to work tomorrow and I should count my lucky stars that I'm not one of them.
How's that for a positive attitude?
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My life as a part-time bartender, full-time tv writer, and some other crap thrown in for good measure.
2 comments:
Yay! It's over! Your mother's novenas sure pack a punch.
Don't forget to keep your voyeurs happy by blogging even when you are back at work! Pam
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