I just got a call from a very very angry agent about the last minute cancellation of a phone call with my boss and two of her clients, all who make SIGNIFICANTLY more money than I do. She called, not for my boss, but for me. Just to yell at me. There was no point, at no time did she let me speak or offer new times for said phone call. Clearly this woman’s one goal was to yell and prove she’s more important than me. Guess what, lady? The whole world knows you’re more important than me. You have more money, nicer clothes, and are in a position to call people just to use them as yelling sound boards. In the game of life, you win.
But the time will come when one of two things happens. Either one day I will outrank you and make sure to never become someone like you. Or I will never advance, and quit my stupid job, and whenever I regret leaving, I will think of your shrill voice screaming about something that is clearly way above my pay grade and be happy that I don’t have to deal with people like you anymore.
Last night marked the premiere of AMC’s latest endeavor The Killing. Can they do anything wrong? Part Silence of the Lambs, part Twin Peaks, and part The Shield, The Killing is everything I want in a show. And like Breaking Bad, Mad Men, The Walking Dead and Rubicon, AMC excels at keeping genre programming centered with strong characters and beautiful cinematography. Somehow ethereal and amazingly real at the same time, I’ve finally found a new show to watch on Sunday nights. Like most AMC programming, they’re going to rerun the shit out of the pilot and second episode throughout the week, so make sure you watch it. You won’t be disappointed