Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Molly Morello Day

Days like today I don't need coffee to keep me going through the night. Days like today the adrenaline and excitement of working where I work are enough. Of working with the people I work with. Of serving the President I serve. Of working for the boss I work for.

Days like today I think back to where I came from, I think back to all the people who've made me who I am, and I'm so thankful. The people who've given of themselves for me. The people who have sacrificed time and energy, for me. The people who have given me underserved second chances.

Days like today I remember what a privilege it is, how unlikely for an almost-farm-girl from the cheese state, with no decent college education, no pedigree, no friends in high places, what a privilege to have the opportunity to do what I do, to be part of affecting, potentially, the lives of millions. It kind of blows my mind, actually.

Days like today keep me going, make me glad I turned down that job offer, remind me that despite the frustrations this job may or may not bring to my personal life there is nowhere else I would rather spend my days and half my nights.

Days like today make me determined to make it count.

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Mexico and stuff

You see. This, right here, is why I love him. No, not the comment about running home and getting my equipment. Not that. I mean, it's funny and all, would be funny if he said it to someone else at least, but not that.

He pretends not to listen. He pretends to mow down my arguments as though they were stupid.

Then he goes and finds the answers to my question. As if I matter. As if he cares that I know that I matter, that my questions matter.

And damn it, he's persuasive.

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Yo Yo Ma Rules

... He really does. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

But then, I don't know why, but I did. I wanted to see if Josh was as captivated as I was; I love the look in his eyes when he's mesmerized by something. Usually it's politics, of course. Sometimes, every so often, I wonder if it's me. (And then I remember, no, Donna, that's only in your pathetic little daydreams, he's your boss, remember?) And I wondered, could music do this too? Music that makes your heart race like Yo Yo Ma does?


I felt sick when I saw him. He looked as if he was going to explode. No, explode is what he does when a Congressman is being stubborn. This was more like imploding. His eyes were glazed and he was sweating so much that I could see it from my row. And I thought, why did I not sit next to him?

Why was I not there?

Why did I let him go home without talking to me?

I've scrolled down to his name a thousand times in my cellphone. I want to call him. But I'm also scared. I'm scared of what I'll hear if he answers; even more scared that he won't answer.

Would I be his first phone call?

I want to be his first phone call.

I want him to be okay.

He'll be okay, won't he? I want to phone CJ and make her tell me he'll be okay. But we don't know. No one knows. And I don't think CJ would appreciate being woken up at 3 am.

Okay. Let's think. Health and strength, please God. What you did physically please do it emotionally too. I want him back, whole and able to kid and not freaked out by bagpipes. Okay, maybe a little freaked out by bagpipes, since that is probably a sign of mental health. But you know what I mean.

Just make it through tonight, Josh. Tomorrow you see that Stanley Keyworth guy and he's promised me that I'll start to get you back after that. Not immediately, but that's fine. I can be patient, so long as I know you're on the right path and you're going to be okay.

Hell, I'd wait five years for you if I had to.

Saturday, 27 March 2010

20 Hours in LA

David Hasselhoff!

And, Matt Perry!!

I met Matt Perry!! Who knew politics would be so glamorous?

And so nice to look at?

(He wouldn't tell me if Ross and Rachel get together in the end, though. No fun. I mean, come on guys, all that unresolved sexual tension is all very well - but we viewers can get frustrated you know!)

You want to know the really annoying thing, though? Maybe it was the champagne. It was almost definitely the champagne. And the sleep deprivation.

But Matt Perry kind of kept reminding me of Josh.

Seriously, if you squint, and you turn your head sideways. Try it.

I wonder if Joey Lucas has noticed that. Probably not, or she'd respond better to the rose gathering...

Feeling guilty that I made him go see her. I hope he's okay.

The secret plan...

... Okay, but I'm not so cured that part of me didn't want to hug him very hard (now he's had a shower and a shave), give him (decaf) coffee and lock myself in his office till midnight helping him to come up with a secret plan to fight inflation.

Much as he's unbearable when he's winning, I hate it when he messes up. Because I know what it does to him inside. And I can't protect him from that. I wish I could.

Pathetic, Donna Moss. What you need is a little misdirection. And a grip. Where might one purchase one of those?

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Friday, 12 March 2010

Golf? Seriously?

I wasn't going to do it.

I mean, seriously, trekking around a golf course lugging his stuff?

What did his last slave die of?

(Clearly, it could be a number of things: sleep deprivation. Overwork. Repetitive strain injury.)

But he looked so sad and so weighed down by anxiety after that deposition...

Of course I'll do it. It's the least I could do.

Maybe his last slave died of caring too much.