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Lawson [09 May 2005|01:34am]
[ mood | drunk ]

So....Who's Simon Lawson? Name sounds familure. Do I know him? Hmmmmm.....

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mood [08 May 2005|11:44pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

my general mood right at this second.....
alex

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blah [08 May 2005|11:38pm]
[ mood | cold ]

Mother's Day bites. Just so you know. And I heartily agree, too much to do, way too little time.

anniealex
Annie and I mother's day 2005.

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Shutdown [08 May 2005|11:20pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

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oh the pain [01 May 2005|05:43am]
[ mood | awake ]

Internet poker is the spawn of the devil. I've been playing since like 1am. It's freaking almost 6am now. I've lost over 12,000 dollars. I think it's play money. I hope it's play money. I never gave a credit card number or a bank account. And I could refill by 1000's any time I ran out. God I suck at Texas Hold 'Em. The good thing is, where I work, I'll get a lot of practice...office hours, ya see. ;-p
I really am bad at any kind of poker. Charlie...help me, I'm addicted. :D
Going to bed now. Please, please, please god in heaven no one call me for any reason other than the world ending.......or a poker tournament.

Groan.
::HEADPILLOW::

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fic [30 Apr 2005|09:01pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

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[29 Apr 2005|01:52am]
[ mood | grumpy ]

freaking puke got my IM name. Charlie, did you do it? I liked that name. Now I gotta change it. and I lost my game of pool. That knocked me back to beginner on the pool tournament. there is no bound to the annoyance I feel at that man.

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[29 Apr 2005|01:36am]
[ mood | blank ]

dcd_harris: Hey.
shakes1701: how the hell did you know my IM screen name?
dcd_harris: I'm a reporter. Why aren't you using your wh sn?
shakes1701: Because I'm playing pool on yahoo. Didn't think I'd advertise. What do you want?
dcd_harris: Yahoo?! I would have sworn you had a job...and do you really think anyone would know what cd_Gannon meant?
shakes1701: I also try to have a real life aaron. Now what the hell do you want?
dcd_harris: I have the greetings for the dinner done. Want me to send the file?
shakes1701: It's 1:30 in the morning. You couldn't have waited? Send it, then leave me alone.
dcd_harris: Aw, spoiling your game am I? Gimme one sec. There. Did you get it? I was trying to get his cadence down. I had star pull some old stuff to look at. Is this all I'm goin to get to do or is there real writing to be done in the future? Cuz I know you don't like me, but you'd never let the job suffer just because of your stubborn southern pride.
dcd_harris: Alex?
dcd_harris: BUZZ!
dcd_harris: This whole pissed off thing isn't going away anytime soon is it?
dcd_harris: Grow up Alex.
dcd_harris: :((
dcd_harris: jesus christ gannon! Answer me.
shakes1701: I got it, go away.
dcd-harris: Is there going to be any real writing coming my way?
dcd_harris: BUZZ!
shakes1701 has signed out
dcd_harris: Bastard
shakes1701 appears to be offline they will recieve your message next time they sign in

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weekend? Oh where are you my pretty? [29 Apr 2005|01:29am]
[ mood | tired ]

Ugh, I hate meetings. I'm out for the night. Going home, making fried chicken, mashed potatos and collards. I'm getting unusually used to eating at all hours of the night. It's kinda sad. Then I'm falling into bed. Falling I tell you.

Friday
- Meet with State
- Draft of the Teacher association thing to Charlie
- Harris' draft
- Meeting with the interns
- 1:45 Teleconf with Pres and SrSt

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Fic [28 Apr 2005|05:38pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

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home machine [27 Apr 2005|11:05pm]
Hey, this is Xander. If you are a salesman, hang up now. I ain't buying. I'm either in bed or at work, but if you leave your name and number I'll call you back.
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Out of the Office [27 Apr 2005|11:02pm]
This is ALexander Gannon, I'm out of the office right now, leave your name,number and reason you need to talk to me and I'll call you back as soon as possible. If it is an emergency I can usually be reached on on my cell at 555-9848. If you have means, the White House Switchboard can also page me. But make sure it's important.
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[27 Apr 2005|01:29am]
[ mood | frustrated ]

It kinda hurts to get bested by your assistant. And the fact that I see her point does nothing to lower my disgruntlement.

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Fic [27 Apr 2005|12:46am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

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state of the union preamble, thoughts, suggestions? [27 Apr 2005|12:08am]
[ mood | bitchy ]

Thoughts, suggestions?
Deputy Communications Director?

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Hey, hired staff in the building. [26 Apr 2005|11:37pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

What kind of name is Star for a secretary? I feel like an idiot yelling Star out my doorway. Like that little guy on that show with the island. De Plane Boss, De Plane! I think I'm going to be doing a lot of emailing...or find another name to call her. Hey you doesn't work. I think if I'd have been closer she would have smacked me. The look was enough. No more hey you. Guh.

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Ya [26 Apr 2005|01:36am]
[ mood | crazy ]

I'm done. Going to sleep. On my couch. Someone beep me in the morning. Oh, and find me a DCD. Then I can foist State off on him. Or her. Or it. Cuz right now I'd even give the job to that robot from lost in space. CHARLIE! Wanna moonlight?
I'm very tired. You'll have to excuse me. I'm halfway sane when I'm well rested. I swear. Maybe. Somewhat.

I was hunting through the kitchens a few hours ago and do you know what I found? An entire cupboard with nothing in it but chocolate. Is that fair? I was never offered chocolate. And it's all hidden back there, behind the mess. I think we should get chocolate. I don't think one man should be able to hoard all the chocolate. It even has his seal on it. Presidential Chocolate. Man, if I'd known about those perks, I'd have run instead of help organize the race. I wonder if it's european chocolate? Or do they make it at the Hershey factory? It's probably that good chocolate that costs my yearly salary. What if the President was diabetic? Did they think of that before they stocked the kitchens with cabinets of chocolates? That's just irresponsible. Did I mention that I took some of the chocolate and melted it in my coffee? All three pots of it?

The interns assure me that they won't tell anyone. This coming from a motley crew of college sophomores and seniors. I've assigned them all a two hundred word essay on the virtue of loyalty. I don't think they were amused. Sadie, that's the one from Georgetown, sat down and rambled off two pages before she left. I think she's sucking up a bit hard. Bet if I looked I'd have a hickey on my ass. The other's grumbled in the time honored tradition of students everywhere, but then I reminded them that for one, I was their boss. And for two, they were eating the chocolate too.

Well, any day that I can spend half an hour ranting insanely about chocolate you know that the government has earned the taxes you pay. I know I for one am proud that the bureaucracy of the United States of America can muddle through while most of the political middlemen sit and rave and eat the president's chocolate at the people's expense. God Bless the United States of America.

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Gah [26 Apr 2005|12:44am]
[ mood | bitchy ]

There is nothing worse than getting a call from the State Department just as you're walking out the door. My language is getting emasculated. Goddamn Republican schmucks. I'd almost rather be sitting in on Charlie's meeting....almost. I'll just end up getting her talking points in the morning anyway. I bet dollars to donuts they're covered in doodles. Government money well spent. Anyway I'm in the office for the night. Gotta rewrite the entire foreign policy section. Can I get overtime? I'm putting this on my time card.

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Whoot! [26 Apr 2005|12:13am]
[ mood | amused ]

Annie and Greg are coming up to Washington to visit over Memorial Day. Greg's dying to get out of Arkansas and he wants to check out the job market. Annie just wants to come make sure her little brother doesn't get all depressed and morose over the holidays. They're bringing Alain...he's gotta be what...ten now? God. I haven't seen him since I visited last...mom's funeral I think. He's a smart little kid. On the phone he asked if I'd bring him to work with me. I can't wait. I'll have to see if Charlie will let him sit in on one of the briefings. I might be able to rig a visit to the president too. Not that I'd be abusing my position or anything. Ha. What good is finally being a beltway insider if you don't get to show off?

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I don't like mondays.... [26 Apr 2005|12:02am]
[ mood | frustrated ]

It's a madhouse around here, people scrambling around. If we don't hurry up and hire some people the whole goddamn West Wing is going to be run by interns. I have yet to find a deputy Comm. Director. I hear we have a DCOS. Haven't yet met her. There is policy being devised by kids in college sweaters right now. Oy. Makes for a very hectic work week. I wonder if I should float Jeffery Banks by the President for DCD...I dunno. He writes well, but he's a dick. I don't know...it's insane right now. Hopefully we'll all get our asses in gear. Or I'm going to monster.com and hiring the first ten people on the list. Swear to god.

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