10:10 am

Well, now that orientation is complete I am pretty sure looking over my shoulder dude is going to turn up outside my apartment later this evening. I am pretty sure assistant guy will protect me from him for today but I really hope LOS dude finds another object for his affection when break is over at 10:30. I am also considering lunch. Should I go down to Tamarind Deli? That is my current thought, but I could just go home, it's 10 minutes, for crying out loud. If you can imagine, this is so way better than working. A testament to my sense of civic duty or a cry for help?

Oh! Actorman has turned into assistant guy. He pulled out his phone log, which I know from several drunk rants with Miss LW, is the assistant's most important tool. At least at Warner Brothers. So his earlier script reading was misinterpreted on my part. Actually, the jeans and navy blue jacket combo should have given him away. And the Versace reading glasses. God, what was I thinking? Was it because he was Indian (dot not feathers) that I assumed actor? Has Slumdog Millionaire seeped into my racist subconscious to that degree?

Oh great. Complainy Persian woman just took assistant guys seat. "It's so cold in here! This is so slow." And here comes Mr. looking Over My Shoulder. He's just standing/pacing near my table. Oddly, he too is wearing the navy jacket/jeans combo. But it's not cut e like my protector, assistant man. Who is back! And stole creepy weird LOS dude's seat. Now. To get rid of complainy persian.