I’ve been watching a lot of Sopranos clips lately, and realized that the son of the owner is a lot like Little Carmine. By extension, I suppose the head of our department, who has an uneasy relationship with Little Carmine and thinks he should have unquestioned leadership (at least in his area) may be analogous to Johnny Sack, or maybe a combination of Johnny Sack and Phil Leotardo.
But I don’t know where I’d fit in that framework. So maybe it’s better to characterize the dept head as more like Ben from Lost (in more ways than one) and I’m Richard, nominally following Ben but in direct communication with the big boss (Jacob). Bonus points because nobody knows what the big boss is talking about half the time. If only he’d go live in some giant foot somewhere . . .
I truly have a Wacky Neighbor living downstairs. She’s this cute perky thing with half a dozen cats. One day she and her son got bored, so they stenciled this awesome black and white graphic thing on one wall of the (rented) living room and painted it in. She likes to tell me about the ghost that lives in her closet. I can’t think of a specific character that she is, but she’s definitely in the Wacky Neighbor category.
My ex-husband’s family was, collectively, the entire cast of the Sopranos. Actual New Jersey Italian Americans with mob connections. Christmas dinners were…entertaining.
I’ve been told I’m pretty much Tara from Buffy, only more sarcastic. I can live with that.