The movie Surrogate is for real
This is me, Liz Russell, and Liz Russell. Yes, that’s Liz Russell and Liz Russell photoed above. We’re both Liz Russells. And for 3 months, we worked in the same place. It was very confusing.
The Liz Russell on the left, who is not me, was an intern in our office. I found out about her when I received an email, sent to me, Liz Russell, explaining that Liz Russell’s new desk and phone were set up in the office she’d be sharing with two interns.
As you can imagine, I practically pooped my pants when I read that email, thinking I was being informed that I would now, for some reason, be sharing an office with a bunch of interns and “Why the f&*% am I being told this in an email??!!!!”
Shortly after, I learned about the other Liz Russell, whose emails and phone calls I frequently intercepted during the course of the summer. But, as Liz Russells are known to be, she was a very nice and smart young lady with a good sense of humor. Although she may have gotten a little sick of me always referring to her as Liz Russell or making comments like, “It’s a Liz Russell thing,” or “That’s just what Liz Russells do” and signing emails with Liz Russell the First.
But, I couldn’t help myself. An opportunity like this only presents itself once in a lifetime. So I had to Liz Russell the crap out of it.
Ha! Ha! What are the odds?