TV land is so...organized.

So I'm listening to Hulu right now, which I use as a work-aid, to keep me from overhearing the conversations from the other (recently closer-sitting) employees.

Monk is on, and I am thinking not "Oh no! What will Mr. Monk do! Certainly he can solve this case, if anyone can." but, instead "Wow, that's professionalism!"

The 'victim' discovered that someone was trying to kill her on her way to a book signing. (I'm 2 minutes in, so she can have one mark around the word, but neither actual quotation marks nor a complete lack thereof. I grew up with Scooby-Doo. In the absence of a elderly, uneducated recluse, always suspect the second new person introduced on screen.) The very book signing Mr. Monk is eagerly awaiting. He discovers the crime not via her arrival from the sky like a weird Mary Poppins, pulling herself from an impact crater, charred and disoriented from a car bomb liquifying her organs without puncturing her with shrapnel. Rather, the crime is suggested when the bookstore owner judisciously (sp?) informs his customers of the cancellation due to attempted flash-fry. First I think: Wow, that could have been said with more respect for the victim, but he is clearly someone easily swayed by sensationalist news announcements. Then: Hmm, I wonder how he knew. He saw it on the news, so he assumed she wouldn't appear? Or...did a wonderfully organized publicist take a moment between arranging the health insurance claims of the author to drop a quick phone call to let everyone know the evening's new schedule? Where I used to work, I doubt we'd get, or even expect, such a call in the wake of an attempted murder. These things regretfully and understandably fall to the wayside for about 12 hours when you almost become pasta sauce, but now this woman's publicist is not only prompt, but her professionalism is saving face for the bookstore as well. (We would've spent the evening repeating "We're not sure why they haven't arrived, but we hope all is well and they get here soon to sign a book for you and the rest of the ungrateful masses, I mean, customers who could clearly never steal, ruin, break-and-reshelve, or let their children smear feces on the wall." Hooray fictional publicist!