Today is Unofficial Christmas here on Unnamed Sitcom, because we're shooting the last show of 2004 tonight and the Christmas party is right afterwards. Thus, every single peon here, including myself, has been running around like a crazy person delivering gifts since 9 AM. Cast gifts. Crew gifts. Producer gifts. So many gifts.
You know why Santa Claus exists? Because if people actually saw the elves, the ones who have to deal with size lists and address lists and making sure that everyone on one list gets everything on another list? They'd be afraid of Christmas. Santa handles the front-end publicity. Santa Claus makes it all seem like such FUN.
It's not all bad, sure. Giving people gifts. It's just been the last few weeks of freaking out about getting them done.
Almost over. Almost over.
I'm taking these next five minutes to finish my first cup of coffee and make an Excel spreadsheet for anyone we forgot to give gifts to. Then I get to go get lunch for the office. This is a new errand, and a strange/frightening one. But it does mean that I get to use the writer's PA's shiny Radio Flyer wagon.
In related news, my hair is much more red than expected. But everyone's been very nice about it.