March 4, 2004

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5:14pm

DAMN IT, MICHAEL!!!!!! HE'S SUCH A JERK!

HOW COULD HE, DIARY??????????

HOW COULD HE?????????? :( :( :(

THIS IS THE WORST EFFING DAY EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! AND IT WAS CAPTURED ALL BY THE FILM CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I'm currently crying in the car while I wait for Roy to fill up at the gas station. Interpol is playing on the radio, and Interpol songs are enough to make me cry. I know I'm overreacting, I'm just a wimp, but I have a goddamn RIGHT TO!!!!!
ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE JUST FAKE-FIRED BY THEIR BOSS!!!!!!

This is DEFINITELY one of those days when I am ready to KILL Michael.

Okay, I'm good-willed enough NOT to do that. But the fact that Michael PURPOSELY did this for the cameras? :0 :0 I even CRIED!

*sobs*

NOT. HAPPY.

What have I done to deserve this???? I'm one of the nicest people to him at the branch, I greet him every morning, I serve him coffee, I tell him the truth about where the faxes are...

When telling me the reason behind "firing" me, Michael accused me of stealing post-it notes. As if the old man hadn't stolen 50000000000 pens already from Corporate.

Oh God, working in a paper company is such a chore when you are out of excuses. Mostly to do with paper and stationery.

I could really use some comfort right now. I wish Jim could hug me. He gives the BEST hugs out of everyone I've met. Even Roy. I wish I'd told him the truth of what happened, not covering it up with a silly headache. He wouldn't judge me.

At least Brian, Matt and Ken asked if I was okay afterward...

What else do I say? I can't be sad and mad for so long...

Because...

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF SHOOTING OUR PILOT, DIARY!!!!! :0 :0 :0

IT CAME BY SOOOOOOOOOOO FAST!!!!!!

YUP. It only took less than a week, but there wasn't much else to film. Tomorrow as a treat the crew are doing a free pre-viewing party screening for us in the conference room, so we will get to WATCH ourselves!!!!!!!

I can't wait :)

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