This temp assignment... there's not a lot to it. Well, today, I had to dig through huge stacks of documents and file them, but I really get the impression that I've been hired out of spite.
* The boss tells the office Manager, "We need a temp!"
* Manager warns the office doesn't have enough work to justify a temp, but orders one.
* Manager smugly watches company money leak via temp, who doesn't do much work.
Which means when The Boss gets back from his hunting trip (I know!) today, inevitably:
* Boss demands to know what work temp has done.
* Manager points out there wasn't enough work for temp to do, just like she said
* Temp gets fired; manager and Boss hate each other a little more.
I can't wait to see what happens!
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Last night my woman and I went to the screening of the ad spec for The Big O Game (see previous entry). They held it at a bar on Spring Street, in Soho. Kind of a strange night. And a strange, strange crowd; there was a midriff-baring model (in winter!), Comic-book Man and some mafia-types. We got there 1.5 hours late, but still before the director showed up. When he finally did, he seemed a little out of sorts. We watched the rough cut, and it turned out that much of my screen-time had been cut. I didn't even have an orgasm, for pete's sake.
Walter, the director, told me all about how it was only a rough cut and how his hard drive crashed earlier in the day (which explains why he seemed so stressed) so he wasn't able to do all he wanted, but I noticed he never said anything regarding plans to use more of my footage in the final cut. Well, I had a lot of fun anyway, and told him if he ever wanted to use me again to give me a call.
My favorite part of the screening was when one of the game creators, a real dude's dude, listening to the moans of the soundtrack, said, "Oh, you used the Russian chick! Oh, yeah, I remember her. After we recorded this, we lit up a fattie." (Pause.) "No lie!"
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Yesterday, I overheard a girl yodel, "Oh sexy giiiiirlfriend!" It made my day. Of course, I wanted to say to her, "What's a-happenin', hot stuff?"
* The boss tells the office Manager, "We need a temp!"
* Manager warns the office doesn't have enough work to justify a temp, but orders one.
* Manager smugly watches company money leak via temp, who doesn't do much work.
Which means when The Boss gets back from his hunting trip (I know!) today, inevitably:
* Boss demands to know what work temp has done.
* Manager points out there wasn't enough work for temp to do, just like she said
* Temp gets fired; manager and Boss hate each other a little more.
I can't wait to see what happens!
♪
Last night my woman and I went to the screening of the ad spec for The Big O Game (see previous entry). They held it at a bar on Spring Street, in Soho. Kind of a strange night. And a strange, strange crowd; there was a midriff-baring model (in winter!), Comic-book Man and some mafia-types. We got there 1.5 hours late, but still before the director showed up. When he finally did, he seemed a little out of sorts. We watched the rough cut, and it turned out that much of my screen-time had been cut. I didn't even have an orgasm, for pete's sake.
Walter, the director, told me all about how it was only a rough cut and how his hard drive crashed earlier in the day (which explains why he seemed so stressed) so he wasn't able to do all he wanted, but I noticed he never said anything regarding plans to use more of my footage in the final cut. Well, I had a lot of fun anyway, and told him if he ever wanted to use me again to give me a call.
My favorite part of the screening was when one of the game creators, a real dude's dude, listening to the moans of the soundtrack, said, "Oh, you used the Russian chick! Oh, yeah, I remember her. After we recorded this, we lit up a fattie." (Pause.) "No lie!"
♪
Yesterday, I overheard a girl yodel, "Oh sexy giiiiirlfriend!" It made my day. Of course, I wanted to say to her, "What's a-happenin', hot stuff?"
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
complainey:
oh man, "what's a-happenin', hot stuff?" is like the SEXIEST part of sixteen candles. you rule.
complainey:
oh, also, i hope you don't lose your job.
