27 March
There is a new vacation entry here. Looky me, two days in a row and I'm doing my vacation entries! I'm so proud of myself.
I am watching the Today Show, and, strangely enough, when Steve Martin mentioned the fact that the person who gave the shortest speech would get a TV, that was not a joke! They had the guy on who won Best Animated Short on, who said that it was very strange, that people were saying to him, "Your film won and Oscar, that's great, and you won a TV, that's fantastic!!!"
On the Thursday before I left, my last day at work, Chekhov, the Russian accountant told me quietly that he had given notice and that his last day would be this past Friday. I was devastated. Not just that he was leaving, but that I wouldn't be there for his last week.
Yesterday, when I got into work, there he was! I practically fainted. Turns out that, in order to get paid for the two vacation days, he had to finish out the week, which meant that he had to come in for the Monday. I was so pleased to see him, but then I had to go through the whole last day again.
I never talked about him much in here, but he really meant alot to me, and it will be hard to go in there and not see him in that cubicle across from me. I guess it was obvious, too, because three people said, "Kymm, he's leaving you!"
We took him out to lunch, he and I spent a huge part of the day talking, but The Raccoon never told me to knock it off and get back to work, and then we said goodbye. I really don't want it to be goodbye, but I guess it's up to him, really.
After work was the Love Creek benefit/cabaret/awards show, and I really didn't want to go. I mean, I needed sleep, I needed to do overtime, I needed just about everything besides spending $20 and buying two drinks to see this cabaret that I didn't want to see, but then I remembered something, the rule that if you win an award and you ain't there to get it, you don't get it. So I called Cynthia.
"I don't know if I can get to the thing tonight, did I get an award?"
"I don't know, it's way upstairs, I don't remember."
"But I was up for one, right?"
"Yeah, you might have won one."
"Then I had better go."
So I stayed at work until 8p (the thing started at 7p), went uptown and saw the last four acts of the cabaret, including Merry Jayne and Wende, both of whom kicked ass, as did Bev in a duet with a less good duet partner, and there was also this guy who sang a couple of his original songs, and the bit where he turned up at the beginning was the best part.
That's not a mean joke, by the way, he got up there and was talking and tuning and was just to funny and charming that he won everyone over immediately, and then he started singing and all was lost.
Then were the awards, and I did get one! I guessed correctly. I won for Best Supporting Actress in a Classical One Act for The Anniversary, and yes, I did that show in '99, these were the slightly late awards for that year because we didn't do them last fall as we should have.
Fran got an award, too, for Ile, and Kirsten snuck it to me to give to him, though he wasn't there and shouldn't have gotten it.
On my way out, I grabbed a plastic cup of nuts and raisins, congratulated myself on the fact that, in arriving late, nobody made me get the two-drink minimum, and ran into a nice couple who offered to give me a ride home.
"You live in Weehawken, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Would you like a ride home? We have our car at the Port Authority."
"Sure,that's be great! You aren't an ax-murderer, are you?"
"No, Le wouldn't have an ax-murderer in the company!"
"I'm certain that if he were a good actor and did his hours and saw the shows, Le wouldn't let a small detail like ax-murdering keep him out."
Later, when I recounted the story to Cynthia as we watched the Jazz piss away a game to the Dallas Mavericks, of all teams, she said, "And if the ax-murderer were willing to direct, we'd definitely keep him!"
Today's horoscope:
Visit a favorite hang-out and you recapture fond memories. New pleasures await as well.
One year ago today:
And this year's weeping spouse or relative award goes to, Chad Lowe! Congrats Mr. Lowe, please pick up your Paul Sorvino Memorial Box of Kleenex on your way out.
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