Good (Morning) Friday

I've lived in California for five years and, strangely, it has been the longest that I have stayed in one place. Yet sometimes, I have to be reminded that California isn't, well, normal. This morning I strolled into work (a quantitative, financial modeling, software company) and entered into a thunderstorm of activity. It seems as if the founder's son is shooting a film in our building. There are cameras, monitors, clothes, cables, old hipsters with earrings and cell-phones stuck in their ears, young fluff, demanding actors, a hyperactive director and a too-busy-for-anyone-else-but-those-with-the-cash producer. An interesting morning indeed.

Well, instead of working this morning, I'm going to try and seduce this hot, little make-up artist into going to Starbucks for a Cup O' Joe. Maybe I can turn her attention from these slackster misanthropes by dazzling her with a Hemmingway-esque wit and an Anthony Perez-Millerian intellect.

UPDATE: Seems like the only ones interested are Fernando the "wardrobe guy" and Sid "the donut guy."