Otis

Otis

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Elvis has left the building....

My first day,,,,

Ok, so the way we communicate is via "INSTANT MESSAGING" or "IM"

Ummm, excuse me but you're right there. I could get my butt up and walk across the miniscule hallway or, god forbid pick up the phone and calllllll........oh

oh.......

lol!!!!

what the fuck does that mean?

"cld u cll & chk on the dsk to c if its avlble?"

"HUH?"
wl?????

Ummmm....

kewl (smiley face)

could someone please invent a phone system that is universal?

call comes in.

DON'T PRESS HOLD ( contrary to popular practice)

transfer to xxxxxx

"om please pickuppickuppickupplease"

"yes?" (why are you bothering me?)

@#@()#*()&$(*(*@&$(@*$ from (*&(*&%$@#^@#$@^#$@^#$@#*@$*

Ok.

(Oh shit what button do I press? Do I just hang up? Transfer 104??)

(FLASHING!!!!!!!!!)

IM: ??

Oh shit.

Push a butt load of buttons. Hang up.

IM: Well????????????????????????????????

Fuck me.

"Please hang on. Your call is important to someone."

Push more buttons.

All quiet on the IM front.

(What did I do?)

OMG!

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

How Low Can you Go....

Ok, it's been a while I know. But I've been so busy with my new career. Oh yes. I am now a 50 year old intern. In the entertainment industry no less. Where youth is prized above intelligence.

I'd like to share some of my experiences here.

I admit, where I'm interning now is not my first. For several weeks I was working in the office of a very prestigious and prolific producer (ah alliteration!). of course I never met him. or his partner. Even though his office was across the hall from mine. Well, not mine, but the "interns" office which was really a large storage room for files and photos of producer with Oliver Stone or Jon Voight or someone.

I was so excited when I received the email. "Come in to meet. No need to dress up." Like anyone in Hollywood dresses up for work. Except maybe agents. So I met with the CE (creative executive for those not in the biz) and without looking at me he asked me what I wanted to do with my life.

I could have been his mother.

Uhhh, I want to produce. (Direct. Write)

Yeah, what days?

How about.....

(Could you have said....)

Sure. Works for me.

And I'm hired. or whatever happens when you're not getting paid.

OMG---I'm a Hollywood INTERN!!!!!!