Oh, poor baby, David says he sometimes hates
"working" for a living. Give me a break; the people
in Genoa City "work" like the people in Emerald City
"work." That is to say, they get up at 12 and start
to work at 1; they take an hour for lunch and then
at 2 they're done. Jolly good fun! Okay, to be more
precise, they get up whenever the hell they feel
like it, they spend hours lounging around the coffee
shop and/or the athletic club, and before you know
it, it's lunch time. They sometimes put in a brief
appearance at the office for a "meeting," or, more
often than not, to discuss personal business, and
then find themselves back at the athletic club for
dinner. If that's working for a living, somebody
tell me where I can sign up.
If they can fire Gloria for never showing up at work
and presenting one bad idea, then half the town
should be unemployed. She was only following Genoa
City work ethic protocol, after all. I can't
remember the last time I ever saw Lauren at work,
aside from that ridiculous appearance she made at
the Newman Ranch with a rack of designer gowns for
Sabrina. Meanwhile there's an entire chain of
department stores, not to mention the Boutique we
used to see so much of, floundering because Lauren
spends all her time working on ever progressing ugly
new hairstyles and consoling her mother in law.
Then there's Lily who allegedly works as a "model."
Apparently "models" spend their time swooning over
their boyfriends and begging them for sex even after
they miscarry. And I've had about enough of half the
town telling Lily how much she reminds them of her
mother. Lily is about as much like Drucilla as I am,
and I'm a 44 year old white man. I think I can pull
off "Drucilla's daughter" better than she can.
Boy, Heather sure went from a button down, all work
and no play kind of woman to insta-slut in about ten
seconds didn't she? Like father like daughter, I
guess. Before you know it she'll be spewing out
children across the country she has no relationship
with. But I don't see how any man can get past that
horribly distracting mole on her upper lip.
Personally it's the only thing I'd be able to focus
on, and the mere thought of kissing it sends shivers
down my spine.
Face it, the show has gotten so boring I've resorted
to obsessing over the few remaining sets they use.
Take Phyllis and Nick's house for example. It used
to be a wooden shack where Cole lived with a hot
plate. Now it's some kind of upscale town house like
something you'd see in on HGTV. Ironically there's
some sort of fake big barn door against the back
wall that was never a fixture of the tack house when
it was actually a tack house. If they turned it into
a real house I wouldn't expect them to stable a
horse in there. Phyllis notwithstanding.
Meanwhile over at the gym, Paul and JT trade barbs
about David Chow after a quickie workout with
weights. They then repair to a table where there's
great big jar of green goo awaiting them. I can only
imagine the set designers are playing fast and loose
with the props and had no idea where the big jar of
green goo was supposed to go after they struck the
Jabot lab set.
I don't know about you, but I refuse to work out
anywhere unless there's a great big jar of green goo
awaiting me. And I don't even want to think about
what that means.
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