Bridget on the "Set Crush"

Weight:  x+17.  Thanks to bringing Porto's Pastries to the office Monday to welcome new neighbors I had never met.  Mistake.  They didn't show up, and with the help of the whopping TWO office-mates, we pretty much ate for TEN.

I've already talked a little about my experiences on the set of "X TV Show."  My official role on the set was the often overlooked role of "Head of Guest Services" as well as "Chief Twitterer."  In other words, I had no real responsibility.  Which left me PLENTY of time to chat with everyone, learn all 147 people's names, remember who had a twin sister, who won last year's fantasy football league, who likes white mochas vs. vanilla lattes, learn a new game that you can NOT be me at, research who was the prankster putting sandbags in someone's bag, break up a fight, and in all other ways "be social." 

Amid all of this "being social," I discovered a bit of male attention which is quite unusual for little me who barely interacts with humans.  Apparently, there's something called a "set crush," and on the last day on set, I was told point blank I was the subject of one.  I might be glorifying it a tad by comparing it to the "just a girl, standing in front of a boy" scene in Notting Hill.  Or better yet, the end of the dinner scene "I like you, just the way you are" in BJD.  But still, when was the last time that someone simply said "I like you?"  At our age, it's more like "if you ask me how I feel, I'll make a joke out of it to protect myself."

So, I ask you, universe, how is that fair?  Now I'm back in LA, and I'm sure the next male attraction I receive will be from a dog trying to mount my pup.  (She's quite popular at the dog park.)

Bridget on Saying Goodbye

Weight:  x+16 = still considering it an accomplishment not to have gained more....

So, I survived until April!  Hooray!  But I had no idea how much I was going to miss all of the folks who've been with me for the last month that I term "hell-month." 

We wrapped our shoot on Friday around 10pm.  I struggled for a good half-hour, thinking up things I needed to do that were NOT "pack my bag and leave."  I didn't want to go!  It was 10pm on a Friday night, and I did not for the life of me want to get into my car and drive away from work.  I missed everyone before I even left.  I missed long hours, I missed unhealthy food (and sometimes uncooked food).  I just missed it all.  Every day since 1/14/11, what I've really missed most is sleep.  But since 4/1/11, all I've missed is the 147 people who made my experience so fulfilling. 

In summary, I kind of want to move back to Georgia.  But only kind of.  This too shall pass.

Weight: x+16, which is actually quite impressive since I've been around the Craft Services table far too much.

An interesting thing has happened.  I had my first crush in a LOOOONG time.  It lasted almost a whole two days before I realized that the subject of my crush was exactly like all of the other crushes I've ever had in my life that led to exactly the same problem: the guy's secretly kind of a jerk.

Apparently, I have a type.  What I call "blond as babies" coloring, not overly muscular, well-spoken, professional, educated, and someone I can banter with.  Then, without fail, the combo leads to being a bit of a jerk. 

Exhibit A: within a few hours of conversation, having realized crush was semi-interested as well, I discovered he was a writer who wanted to talk about studying abroad in London in front of people who didn't have passports while talking about buying the new iPad 2.  What seals the deal is that he also wore running shoes that can track your heart-rate, etc, but he doesn't run.  Turn off...

So is this the sad truth: do I only like jerks?

Drunken Thoughts: Volume One

*New series of posts....in which I label thoughts that I think are vaguely interesting "drunken" when I was, in fact, actually stone cold sober (as, sadly, always am stone cold sober).  The term "drunken" is being applied should you think it's far too trivial that I write these down while being sober.  Or should you think I'm a sick perverted b@$#@&d.

While hating someone, I realized that it's silly to hate the people around me who are, for the most part, not Hitlers.  I should instead hate people that I don't even know.  Or better still, not hate anyone I know because it's not worth the energy.  Sure, the people around me that I intensely dislike and would like to perhaps stab with my high heels do deserve those feelings.  But how much more does a terrorist that I've never met deserve it?  I should really save that kind of punishment for them.  And since I will probably never meet them, I should probably just forget about hating people and/or stabbing anyone with my high heels.  Let's see how long this lasts.  I'm wagering 2 weeks max.

Good Bridget

Am in new office setting where I know practically no one, and those I do know, I only know from the phone and believe they HATE me.  Had intense desire to run to desk, put in ear phones and just workworkworkworkwork....but sadly, most of job is to interact with people.  So....

I bravely faced my fear of mingling, and I walked allllllllll around, introducing myself to everyone.  EVERYONE.  I know them ALL now.  And I think I won over a few people who previously hated me with only a few smiles.  Did not even have to bake cookies....which is good as did not have time to sleep, let alone bake.

In other victorious news, defeated fear of driving in Atlanta.  High School / College Kelley who would drive into the city with a hand-written set of directions to the Fox Theater Parking Lot is quite impressed with Grown-up Kelley who has driven every inch of LA and is now, therefore, fearless.