First the good news. Today I only had to work for six hours. And of that six hours approximately 5 hours and 15 minutes were spent hanging out, chowing down on Pret A Manger food in the commissary and drinking a few free Starbucks.
The bad news:
When I arrived at the commissary at 7PM for dinner there were no people there. And even worse, there was no food. It turns out that because the full complement of NBC employees have not yet arrived no dinner will be served. Shrewd of them, to pull this before there were enough of us onhand to mount a full armed insurrection.
I am also beginning to fear that my steaming giant bag of swag known as the on camera talent wardrobe shall be denied me. They finally got wise. I will just have to comfort myself with my 35 assorted pastel Beijing golf shirts.
The score so far: Bean counters 2, Bill 0. Stay tuned for the second half of the first quarter after this word from JP Morgan Chase.
I have been avoiding Bob Costas since he got thrown out of the booth for me yesterday. Don't want him to stuff me in my locker. Again. I hear Bill Lacey has actual audio evidence.
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