God, yesterday was difficult.

It was The Saga of the $500 Check. You see, we acquired another new company, and sent them a $500 check for petty cash on Friday for Tuesday delivery. On Wednesday, they were calling, asking where the check was. I tracked the package, it was delivered and signed for, but nobody recognized the name of the person that signed, ("You mean that some random person was wandering by the office and FedEx gave them our $500 check made out to cash just for the joy of it?" "Apparently!"), so I stopped the check and sent out a new one.

Yesterday, suddenly everyone on earth was involved in this $500 check business. I heard about it from at least six or seven different people, people who had no reason at all to be involved in the saga, but apparently felt that they could Save the Day.

It seems that the new office is having all of their cases FedExed to the California office, which means that all of their FedExes are being forwarded to the California office. Including the new check that I sent. So, it was messengered over to the new office, and all was well.

Except for the fact that I kept getting calls and emails about it, and someone wanted me to track down the old check (which also turned out to be at the California office) and basically The Saga of the $500 Check ate up about 4 hours of my day.

At the very end of the day, after I had moved on with my life, the new Controller came to my cubicle and innocently said "I got this email about a $500 check..." and I ran screaming from the room.

I was supposed to have the first readthrough of my new show yesterday, you know, the one that opens in three weeks, but around the middle of the day I started getting calls from my little actors saying "Um, are we still rehearsing? 'Cause it's really coming down out there..." so I ended up canceling.

It really was snowing alot, but it was less for that that I canceled, but for the fact that they would all have had to go back into the city at 10p, waiting for the van on a snowy streetcorner in New Jersey, weeping as it took half an hour to arrive.

So instead I stayed at work until 10.30p, printing out stuff for the Molly book. Yes, I'm really making it! There sure are alot of entries that mention her.

I've totally become Cameron's freaky stalker (it's interesting being on the giving end of freaky-stalker-osity rather than the receiving!), sending her dull email after dull email until she gets a restraining order or writes an article for Metajournals on the secret life of journallers who seem nice but who are in reality as loony as the day is long.

Okay, not really.

I found this entry very interesting, because that happens to me all the time--I see strangers on the street or on the bus that I am desperate to photograph, but I have no idea how to approach them, especially the children.

I saw a girl once whom I will never ever forget. She was about twelve or so, sitting all curled up on the bus, and her face was so arresting that I couldn't stop staring. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, it was that she was one of those kids who have all of the wisdom in the world on their faces as well as the unspoiled innocence of a child.

I was trying to figure out a way to approach her, to ask her to have her parents call me about modeling, but I was too shy, and it's just kinda weird to go up to a kid alone and say "I want to take your picture!" so I didn't, and I've been kicking myself ever since. I think that was about two years ago.

Sometimes it's the pictures that you don't take that you remember better than the ones that you do.

Today's horoscope:
Shared tasks go more smoothly. Combine forces with a friend to get more done.

One year ago today:
By the way, if my memory has not failed me, this was the woman that we ended up hiring, and whom nobody got along with but me!

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