Miss Kubelik, one doesn't get to be a second administrative assistant around here unless he's a pretty good judge of character, and as far as I'm concerned you're tops. I mean, decency-wise and otherwise-wise.

- C. C. Baxter, The Apartment

Thursday, December 22, 2011

give it a trim

your career path begins here:

Scissor Trimmer - Right Handed
Operning for right handed trimmer to use scissors to trim award emblems for High School (letters, patches etc). good eye-hand coordination and crafting skills helpful.
Available hours are 8am - 2:30pm OR 10am - 6:30pm
$7.25/hour to start. Training is provided. 

two shifts. for trimming. seriously. how much trimming could they possibly have? and what does the training include? and what if i'm left-handed?

...i wish i had better eye-hand coordination

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

the sendoff speech

tomorrow, the filming begins on this commercial.

tonight, the producer asked for all of the production team, pa's, etc gathered to inform us that we were 'the worst, most chaotic team' she's ever worked with.

combing through the night

last night i came back from 'driving' all day and it was only about 6 or so, so i asked for something to do. my superior told me that there wasn't anything to do at the time, but to 'hang out.'

i hung out.

at 7, i was given the task to go and pick up dinner for everyone. i did that.

then at 7:45, i was given another task to go and pick up another dinner for the producer who didn't eat when the others ate.

back in the office at 8, i hung out some more.

and then i was given the great assignment to purchase a comb for the aforementioned producer. she required a 'wide-tooth' comb. it was 8:30, but it seemed like an easy enough task because, in the hotel (where the commercial main office is), there was a little gift shop, and indeed they carried hair products.

i walked the maze through the hotel and found the gift shop and saw that they had a 'fine-tooth' comb and a brush. this was not what the producer wanted, but i thought that there may be a chance that because it was late and this was so random, that she would say, 'you know what? the brush will work for now and if you could get me a comb tomorrow...'

i went to the counter with both the comb and the brush and asked the girl working there if the gift shop allowed returns. she replied, 'the brush is 5.81 and the comb is 2.11.'

i said, 'can i return them?'

'you're returning these?'

'no, i want to buy them now, but will probably have to return at least one, but maybe both.'

'but if i gave you money back, my drawer would be short.'

'okay...okay, i need to buy these to show someone down the hall and if she doesn't want them, i'll need to return them...'

'she's down the hall?'

'yes. down the hall.'

'i'd have to call a manager if you wanted to do anything with my drawer.'

'would it be easier if i just brought these down the hall and brought them back?'

'i can't let you take them without paying for them.'

'no, i'm not - can i buy these and then get my money back later?'

'i guess - '

finally the purchase was made and i brought the comb and the brush to the producer down the windy hallway.

she looked up from her dinner and pointed to each item and said, 'no, that's a 'fine-tooth' comb and that's a brush.'

i returned them to the gift shop, which a manager was called to. without issue. because they allow returns.

at 9:20, i got to go to walgreen's. i found the exact comb requested and drove back to the hotel. i carried it into the room and handed it to the producer, who gave me a thumb's up sign and said, 'pink?'

an hour later, i was home.

Monday, December 12, 2011

still waiting...

i drove again today.

most of my day was sitting in the car.

not driving.

waiting.

outside buildings.

listening to the radio.

praying my phone didn't die.

waiting.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

waiting...

i'm a pa on a commercial today. i was first told that my call would be late, but last night i was informed that my call time was 9am. so here i am.

so far today i've looked at facebook, looked over the map of where to drive peeps later in the day (not sure when), and had to walk to one girl's hotel room (in the maze they call a hotel) to retrieve a brush and hand lotion and bring the brush to someone else's hotel room (on the other side of the maze).

and now i'm back at my computer. hanging out. waiting...

it's sunday. i'm tired. i feel like i'm getting strep throat. i want to be on my sofa looking at my little christmas tree and watching mind-numbing sunday television.

but, as it always goes, doing nothing work on a commercial pays about ten times more than doing something work on a film. it's nice how that works out.