SotD: Hollywood Kids by The Thrills

Day II at the WB offices and I have a bit of a corporate hangover. I used to get strange looks from my parents, extended family, ex-boyfriend, and upwardly mobile friends when I violently resisted the corporate life. "She'll come around," said their faces. I cringe. And for a while I managed to find my way around it (and will continue to). But this week's gig finds me at the heart of it. Is there a reason offices have to be so neutrally colorless? Are ripped jeans really that offensive? I was instructed to don "corporate casual."

I look at the execs, for whom I spend my day taking Starbucks orders, picking up lunch, running around the neighborhood to fill their ongoing needs, and I think how nice it would be to have so much control/power over my job. But then I think, did these people play the game from the bottom all the way up to the top? Because if I found my way up to the top, the first thing I would do would be to put an end to the game itself. Corporate is just an endless set of rules, tasks and the occasional slap-in-the-face moment of actual reality that quickly subsides back to business as usual. If I didn't already have a drinking problem, I would quickly develop one. No wonder we can't stop making war. We are starting to forget what living, breathing, heaving people are.

Mail. Click. Spreadsheet. Check. Coffee. Breathe. Life. Click.

A rock n' roll life for me. Today's song of the day was running through my head all day, surrounded by the Hollywood promo pics lining the office. Lush piano intro descending into slide guitar and full bass line, that So-Cal imitation accent from Irish lad Conor Deasy tiptoes in with lazy hollywood-will-wait-for-me steps, sighing over breathy harmonica. This song feels like the drive home, as the "sun sets on my boulevard."

...but leaves quite a shadow to fill.