Holy the Stall

I wanted to tell you about my job. I wanted to give you an insight into my day-to-day life working in Beverly Hills at a film financing company because I realize it's sort of an unusual niche in the entertainment industry. But every time I tried, I stumbled across a name of a company, person, or movie that I couldn't say. As of September 2, 2005, I'm bound to confidentiality by a Non-Disclosure Agreement.

So I decided I'd tell you about the ins and outs of my administrative duties. But telling you that I assembled 18 binders, bought shelves, or entered box office numbers in an excel spreadsheet didn't seem that interesting. So I finally settled on something I could talk about, something sufficiently interesting: the Women's Bathroom's at the end of our hall.

For the past week a light has been flickering in the second stall from the right. Each stall has it's own circular light, and for the last several days stall #2 has had it's own strobe. Every time I stepped in and closed the door, I either felt like busting a Saturday Night Fever move, or throwing myself on the floor in an epileptic fit.

That all changed today, when I walked out of the bathroom and found Victor, the electrician, standing outside of the door with a walkie-talkie and a ladder. "Can we go now, David?" he said holding the walkie-talkie to his mouth. Later, I made my way back to the restroom and found that Victor and David had replaced the blinking light. Only the new bulb was several watts brighter and whiter than the mellow lighting in the rest of the bathroom. So now, stall #2 looks like someone's getting beamed to the Mother Ship, or a Saint of public restrooms has descended between it's walls.

I made sure to use stall number 2. I’ll probably use it every single time. You just can’t walk away from an opportunity like that!