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!
Otis
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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!!!!!!
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!!!!!!
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