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Thursdays are usually the days I set aside to become a slave to my desk; work on expense reports, go through 500 emails, and 700 requests. They are the days when I bring my lunch with me, so that I have no reason to unchain the ball attached to my ankle. But yesterday, Eli Manning turned my Thursday upside down. "Huh?" you ask. Well here's what happened...

 I'm known for many things, many occupations, but for the most part I'm not known for what I do at my 9-5 job. I'm an executive assistant to a president of one of the world's largest media companies. This company just so happens to be linked to the show Seinfeld. And Seinfeld just happens to be Eli Manning's favorite show. And Eli Manning is an enemy of Green Bay state. And Green Bay (besides being ultimate losers) decided to pull Eli's favorite show from their local network, which in turn sent my company into a PR renegade mission, which in turn led to my ball and chain being crushed with an anvil. See, at 12pm another executive popped up in front of my desk. I was told someone needed to get Eli the Season 1-9 DVD set of Seinfeld, along with a lovely portable DVD player, and that same someone had to rush to Giants stadium. But, it was lunch. No one was around. But me. 

I was given a credit card and told, "This is your mission." I looked down at the blue sweater I just happened to be wearing, took it as a sign from the Giants' God and frantically ran from company store to store gathering the items. After nearly beating a clerk who didn't want to let me use the executive's card b/c I wasn't the owner of it, I was sprinkled with luck, allowed to purchase by the manager's orders and jumped into a towncar. "Giants' stadium!" I shouted and charged my fist like I was leading an epic cavalry.

When we (me and my driver JC) emerged on the Jersey side of Lincoln Tunnel, I called my connect, a guy named Duke, and was told to sit tight and chill while he attended a press conference. It was 1pm and I was hungry. I turned to JC, "How do you feel about Wendy's?" Sitting in the parking lot, chowing down on chicken nuggets and fries, JC and I chatted it up until I finally got the call saying I could go over to Giants Stadium. I contemplated slipping a private note into the DVD player wishing Eli good luck and signing my name to it... but then I was overwhelmed with the fear of THAT being the note that got to the press, everyone asking who Lauren was and me quickly being fired for stealing my company's press. *Shivers* I quickly abandoned the thought. 

 I knew full well that Eli would not be waiting for me with open arms, but I was still psyched to enter the offices of the future Super Bowl champions (a girl can hope can't she?). Expecting shouts of excitement, I was instead greeted with low key elevator music and a an assistant who thanked me for making the delivery, insuring me it would get to Eli and... well that was it. I walked out of the office, triumphant and told JC our long day was over.

This morning I woke up to a flurry of emails on my blackberry to read the papers and watch Fox news. While my favorite anchors (Ron and Jodie) at Fox mentioned my company bringing Eli DVDs, it was Seinfeld whose name appeared on the NY Post.  My efforts were completely outshined. Seinfeld=1, Lauren=0.

Oh well, at least my boyfriend gets to brag that his girl is the reason Eli now has Seinfeld.... Me and my silver linings lol.