I'm sitting here watching a DVD of Entourage and enjoying a mindless afternoon of TV and knitting. Sometimes I wish I could be an agent's assistant like they see on those shows. Sure, it's a high pressure job. Sure you get all sorts of abuse. Sure you work around the clock dealing with mostly idiots. And my guess is that the pay is not great.
But I'd never have to deal with seeing a baby be delivered at seven months' gestation by emergency c-section because the mother had a sudden cardiac arrest while having a leisurely brunch with her husband and his family.
Neither the mother nor the baby made it.
As an assistant to some high-powered entertainment executive I'd have to do a lot of nonsense, like answering the phone and stuff and would have a Blackberry and would have to listen to a lot of crap.
But I wouldn't ever have to listen to the husband sob uncontrollably and beg the cops to "tell me she's still breathing! Tell me SHE'S OK!" and then call her name over and over.
I have never been more happy to have a couple days off. So far I've eaten some delicious fried dumplings and a coconut bun, and I got to snuggle in bed with my husband and dogs. And I am so, so lucky and grateful to have them for every second I do.