No One Puts Hollie In the Corner

Not gonna lie - it's been a while. Too long since I've blahed away at the world. The reason is all my blahing energy or pent up anger over something some crazy person may or may not have said to me in my daily wanderings have dissolved into the towers of corporate power that dot the city.

Sitting in my corner on the 33 floor of another uninspiring high rise, I think why am I being punish? I mean, don't get me wrong. I like my new job, I like my new boss and I like my new co-workers, I just don't like 9.5 hours of ass growing I do daily. If it's been over 8 hours and all my work is done and the boss is gone - then tell me why do I need to sit here and keep the desk company? Seriously. It's not like I want to be an agent. So what's the deal?

I should shut my mouth. It's luck I got a job so quickly - especially in today's economy. Or so everyone tells me. And I'm working in my industry... right? Just not as a writer. Instead I send the real working writers their royalty checks and think 'one day Hollie, one day.'

If I'm not sitting at my work desk then surly I'd just be at my desk at home - doing the same thing, avoiding my work and browsing playbill.com for the hundredth time (just to be clear I don't avoid my work at the agency, I avoid my writing when that work is done.) Like I said it's not the work it's the amount of hours I have to be there. I'm writing in circles I'm so drained.

Currently Reading:

Neil LaBute - The Mercy Seat
This is How it Goes

Tracy Letts - Man From Nebraska