Temps are the lowest life form in Hollywood. They are lower than assistants. Lower than those in the mail room. Lower than everyone. Why? Because they are completely disposable. You don't like the temp. Get a new one. (Oh and we don't get health insurance, paid vacation, 401k, etc.) I am one of those barnacles on the hull of the good ship "Hollywood." These are my stories.

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Thursday, June 4, 2009

Take a Ride on the Wild Side

People ask me why I don't blog more about my exciting life in the entertainment industry. They want to know about the celebrities I meet and the crazy parties I go to. They are much less interested in my impersonations of dead authors, which apparently offer all the comic timing and intrigue of the HP Laserjet P1006 Instruction Manual. I try to convince them that as a Temp and an aspiring writer my life has been overly romanticized by...well...Hollywood. Bastards.

So here's the excitement that was my yesterday. Hold on tight...

7 a.m. -- Awakened by a friend calling to tell me, "You know that show you're working on? I just saw basically the same thing on [Network Redacted]." Felt an immediate desire to go back to sleep.
7:10 a.m. -- Checked each of my 4 email accounts (2 personal, 1 for Temp Diaries and 1 as an imaginary female that allows me access to the NextGenFemmes Message Board. I'm like Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie, a well-meaning but misguided person trying to find work in entertainment.)
7:30 a.m. -- Avoided going to the gym. Endorphins are for suckers.
7:31 a.m. -- Posted Copyright Infringement Theatre rather than an actual blog entry. Channeled my inner NBC logic "If you haven't seen it before, it's new to you."
8:01 a.m. -- Looked at the UTA joblist. Realized it might be time to start lying on my resume.
8:02 a.m. -- Looked for employment in my previous career. Realized there's no work there either.
8:45 a.m. -- Showered for no real reason.
9:00 a.m. -- It was so dull, I don't even remember.
11 a.m. -- Went to my friend's office just to be a part of a workplace.
11:45 a.m. -- Arrived at my friend's office. It took me 45 minutes to go 8 miles because of construction on Highland.
12:10 p.m. -- Realized I had nothing to write about. Started helping my friend do her work.
1 p.m. -- Had an underwhelming barbecue beef sandwich (not enough meat).
2 p.m. -- Tried writing again. Failed. Fell asleep in my friend's office.
5 p.m. -- Faxed a resume. Then prayed.
6:25 p.m. -- Drove home. It took 40 minutes to go 8 miles because of traffic on Highland.
7:30 p.m. -- Watched The Simpsons.
8:03 p.m. -- Used my new Swiffer to clean up dog hair that's practically embedded in my carpet. Put a sweet potato in the oven.
8:10 p.m. -- Watched two episodes of Extras. Realized it's a lot like Seinfeld.
9 p.m. -- Had dinner, the aforementioned sweet potato.
9:15 p.m. -- Completed the video game Medal of Honor, so I cracked out a new one -- Alone in the Dark. This new game offers disappointing weapons like a flash light and a fire extinguisher. Do not buy this game!
11 p.m. -- Watched another episode of The Simpsons.
11:46 p.m. -- Fell asleep on the couch right after Conan did his "In the Year 3000" routine (f.k.a. "In the Year 2000).
Time Unknown -- Dreamt about P.J. O'Rourke. Weird.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This blog is starting to get depressing.

Cameron Clarke said...

You missed the 6 p.m. episode of The Simpsons. Isn't it good they're showing the early 90s episodes?

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