Careful with those capes! This is the one with capes, yes?

This is the one with the capes!

OMG, one of the assistants here is such a bad assistant! He's setting up a call, and gives the main person's cell phone number for the outside person to call. I asked if main person was going to be out of the office, and he is not. So I suggest he give the number for the speaker phone in his office. The assistant says, "I have no idea what that number is." OK, can you find out? "I mean, I would have to find it physically on the phone...?" Right. Our office is not that big. So he just added a conference line to the meeting. It is a two-party call! ISTG.

That is crazy, Jesse.

Just got a call from my loan officer about the verification of rent statement they just got back. It says I've lived here for a year (I've been in this apartment a year but in the community for 7 - so ok, no big) and that I've had 15 late payments.

Twelve months. Fifteen late payments. How does that work and why didn't the person filling out the form not go - huh, that looks odd. I've had 1, count them 1, late payment in the last year and it was cause I paid after hours on the due date. My bad...but seriously. ONCE.

I talked to the only seemingly sane person in the rental office, am having the form re-faxed to him to complete and send back. OY.

My early conference call is for global reasons, but I remain unconvinced that I need to be on the call. Plus, Tuesdays are rehearsal days, which makes for a long day and a grumpy me.

On our last show we had an LD who insisted that his tech table be covered with duvetyne. I kept slipping paper clips under the fabric to see if he'd notice, but I guess he's not a real princess.

I don't know what duvetyne is, but I laughed out loud at this.

but no, my brain decided that half an hour before my normal wake-up time was when we were going to be up, by god.

Opposite! I slept until 11 this morning. ELEVEN. Didn't even hear the alarm. I woke up and thought it was about 7am; it was cloudy and raining, so the lack of light fooled me. I can't sleep all morning on a weekday, brain, no matter how late we were up the night before.

Duvetyne - what they make duvets from?

Oh, that's unfortunate timing Dana. And if you don't need to be on the call, yeah, I'd be hella grumpy.

Duvetyne - what they make duvets from?

That was my assumption!

Okay, so. Remember how my grandfather passed away not too long ago? My dad is trying to deal with his trust, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, my grandfather somehow didn't appoint my dad as the executor of his trust. Everyone in the family knows that this is what grandpa intended, but the way it's shaking out is that all my dad's siblings have to sign off on my dad being the executor.

So now there is one holdout on signing because her whackadoo husband is stirring up trouble. Screaming matches. Threats. Demanding stupid items from grandpa's estate or they won't sign. Now my dad has been instructed that all communications should go through whackadoos' lawyer.

Tempers are pretty high, as you can imagine. Everyone else in the family is pretty much united against the whackadoos. I guess we should have expected this considering the way they behaved when grandma died. Once this all plays out, I foresee a permanent schism in my family.

Oh jeez, shrift. It seems like that kind of rift is sadly common, and bums me out.