This is, what— the third year that my invitation to the Writer's Guild East's holiday party has not appeared? Last year was the first year, since I joined, that I didn't attend. I wouldn't have attended this year, either, but it would have been nice to see a *fucking* invitation. I'm paid up in dues and certainly get all sorts of other WGAE detritus in the mail. And then I have to find out that this party already happened by seeing pictures posted on fucking Facebook?! FUCK!!! Fuck you. Fuck union.
C L E A R
It's petty and beneath me to lament over yesterday's parties. It's insulting, and it is a final insult to a brutal year, but it's the least of my concerns. I won't go into all the reasons this year has been severe.
Suffice it to say, I am working to change things in the new year.
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