I was writing on a TV show for the first couple days of this week. Every floor of the building houses a health insurance company except the floor of the show’s production office. I got onto the elevator the first morning with some guy I’d never met. He pressed the button for his floor and also, without asking, the button for my floor.
Then today, all the writers went to lunch together. We were in the elevator with a woman from upstairs. The woman said, “I wish I could wear jeans and Chuck Taylors to work.”
I have to say, it’s been a lot of fun writing for TV. But tomorrow, I go back to being the sad person on the elevator.