Shoot Me. Shoot Me Now. Or Not.

Taking a spare moment before lunch to mention that work continues to be murderous. Yesterday involved being abused over the phone by a somewhat insane and unreasonable bookshop owner, before screwing up a marketing department task (not in a major way, but in an embarrassing way). The line from Arrested Development – “You just made a fool of yourself in front of T-Bone” – kept repeating through my head, having messed up in front of the marketing head.

I mentioned this to the marketing head this morning (a huge pop culture geek) but at first he thought the Arrested Development moment that kept occurring to me was the Charlie Brown / George Michael walk of overwhelming depression. He then replicated the walk in my cubicle, while I hummed the tune to it. So things aren’t all bad. God bless bonding-through-television.

Cable should be getting installed tomorrow (fingers crossed). An impromptu barbeque will be taking place in celebration of the joyous event. That said, I think the house will be full of mostly girls, so I expect viewing will be limited to Arena and W (the Lady Stations, for those of you unaware). I’m imagining the Lifestyle Channel will probably be thrown in there, too, which I don’t mind too much because I quite like What Not To Wear.