Sunday, January 03, 2016
As a kid, I always dreaded this day. It meant school tomorrow. No more vacation (even if “vacation” meant working twelve hours a day for the Christmas rush).
Once I became a writer it seemed like every year we had some script or pilot to write during the holiday break. Of course, some of those we volunteered for. We knew that every CHEERS or MASH or FRASIER we wrote would pay off in residuals for years to come. And don’t tell anybody, but the best part of those staff jobs was me and my partner getting together, turning off the phones, and writing drafts. In a way, it was a vacation.
On the other hand, I can imagine there are a lot of people who are thrilled that this day has come. They’re usually the ones who had to spend a week or so with “family.” I’m sorry, but you get any ten relatives in a house for four days and someone will be calling 911. Day one is always great. Day two is when the little annoyances you forgot about reemerge. Day three everyone is struggling to hold their tongues and be on their best behavior. But then Day four someone mentions the “family slight of 1973” and all hell breaks out. God, I’m getting nostalgic just thinking about it.
I hope you had a great holiday season -- got all the presents you asked Santa for, didn’t gain too much weight from the eggnog (although, Jesus… it’s eggnog. What do you expect?), are still on speaking terms with your cherished family, didn't break a leg skiing, posted every meal you had on Facebook, saw STAR WARS and SON OF SAUL, watched fifteen meaningless college bowl games, and have the strength to take down the tree and all the decorations.
Starting tomorrow 2016 begins in earnest. I bet NOW you could use a vacation.
By Ken Levine at 6:00 AM