
Hey everybody! Today is Halloween - one of the best days of the year! Maybe THE best day of the year. I love Halloween so much and I don't even know why. Being a performer, it's not like I need the extra chance to dress up. I guess I just love the fact that it seems like everyone in the world is dressed up, with full-on glitter and masks and feathers... (sounds like an outfit I wore last week.) That's why Halloween in New York City provides a special challenge; you really have to go all out to make sure you actually look different than you do on a daily basis. (Is that a homeless guy/hot dog vendor/street performer or did he just buy that outfit at Ricky's? Hard to say.) I mean, I wear so much sparkly eyeshadow as it is I really have to go balls-to-the-wall to look like more than my usual drag-queen self. Take this costume for example - it may be subtle, but I'm dressed as Dolly Parton with brown hair. I mean look at that rack! Jesus - I guess milk really does do a body good...
Adriana's costume is a bit less risque - still simple, but super cute. Her bib actually says, "Baby's First Halloween." My friend Joel thought that was kind of ridiculous. He said, "What? First it was Baby's First Christmas. Now it's Baby's First Halloween. What's next? Baby's First Memorial Day?" That's so true. I can just see it now - they'll make a bib with a little flag wreath on it strewn over a grave. And then there's Baby's First Arbor Day - where the bib is completely biodegradable. You don't wash it, you just throw it out your window and eventually get a tree. No, wait - I know: Baby's First Administrative Professionals Day! And there's no bib. Just a noose...
For Adriana's sake, I hope it never comes to that. Lord, please let my baby skip over Administrative Professional status like a hot gay man over a fat bald guy. Let her get a good job - something that pays well - that she likes. Like Gravedigger or Toll Booth Collector or Roto-Rooter Woman. Anything but Administrative Professional. Please, Lord. This I pray in Bill Gates' name. Amen.
But I should really say "Ah, men," since AP Day used to be called "Secretaries Day" and urged male bosses to get their female assistants a card that said, "Thanks for being my bitch, bitch. Now pour me another cup of coffee!" (Speaking of Dolly Parton - anybody seen 9 to 5? Can I get a woop woop?!) After five plus years as an AP on Wall Street, the only two things I can say have really changed are:
1) You don't have to pour the coffee now, you have to go get it from Starbucks.
and 2) It might be another bitch calling you bitch, as you may remember from my Office Preggers posts.
That's about it. Not that I didn't like the people I worked with. (Especially if you're one of my office buds reading this!) 99% of the people I ever came in contact with I really truly liked. Some I even loved and still do. It's just the job that sucks. I used to tell my guys at "the bank" that working for them was like having 7 husbands and getting no orgasm in return. They thought that was hilarious. But even assistants need an assistant. If you're the temp who gets stuck with that job you're really gonna take it up the you-know-what.
"Joanie, can you copy this stuff and get me a coffee?"
"Sure, Bob."
"Hey, temp?"
"Yes, Joanie?"
"What's your name again?"
"Carolyn."
"Caroline - right. Um, listen Carol. Bob just gave me a HUGE project."
"You mean the copy/coffee thing?"
"Um, no. Something else. Something huge and really important. It's top secret. Since you're not a full time employee you can't even really know about it."
"Oh. Okay."
"So, anyway Katherine - listen. I'm gonna need you to make these copies and go to Starbucks and get 2 Half-caf Mocha Frappucinos - HOT - one Dopio and one Americano with a shot of hazelnut in the first and sugar-free vanilla in the second, okay? Here's five bucks. I hope that's enough. Oh - and get something for yourself while you're down there, too, alright?"
"Like some dignity?"
"What'd you say, Christie?"
"Nothing. Just - be back in a jiffy."
"Right."
I guess that's why people have dogs.
But wasn't I talking about Halloween? Oh, yeah. I think the best way to tie this all together is by saying have fun tonight you crazy tricksters! Let the cares of your day job melt away as you booze it up dressed as a chunk of cheese or a parakeet or whatever it is you're going to be wearing. I hope it's something fabulous!
If you have a hot costume, let me know in the comments or email me a picture. I will post it. I'm a little bummed because my big celebration this year is going to be on the couch watching the parade on TV. But, hey - it's better than working!
Well, I better go. James - can I have another cup of coffee please?! My cup has been empty for most of this post! God, it's so hard to find good help nowadays...















