Regis & Kelly Day 2
Today was my second day as a production assistant for LIVE with Regis and Kelly in New Orleans.
The production office is really cold and its really hot outside and every time someone comes into the office, they have to let everyone know how freakin cold it is. we know, we have goosebumps too. No thanks to R.L. Stine.
My boss, just like at my PR job last summer, is two years older than me. It bothers me and I'm not sure why.
I left feeling really good about myself, several people have told me i have the personality to make it in this business. I watch the other PAs and honestly, they are all boring compared to me. i rock.
everyone hates Gelman, the executive producer.
Kelly came in with her 3 whirlwind, cute, loud, overly-compensating-for-lack-of-attention-kids, and her father-in-law. she is rail thin, orange, loud, short, and happy. i wanted to hate her. I really did.
But shes like a firecracker, they just make people feel good. shes like a little ray of freakin sunshine.
nevertheless she called production when she had to wait too long at cafe du monde, production called the new orleans toursim center, they called cafe du monde, and she got her freakin beignets. i hope someone caught her with powdered sugar on her upper lip and its the cover of Star next week. i can see it know "RIPA DOES COKE WITH KIDS." that would be great.
im exhausted, call times at 7 and 8 am, 3 am tuesday and wednesday.
regis is apparently really annoying. but he comes in tomorrow and im spending some time with him monday, so i'll fill you in.
i cant wait to come home. tulane graduation was today and its really making me feel like my time here is running short, but also reminds me that its summer and for some reason im still in new orleans. maybe i'll make a trip to a beach in alabama or something.
i need to shit.
oh and today a.c. slater walked in front of me. i almost said "Hi," as if i know him. it feel that way, since i was a little tyke, i knew who this guy was. so to see him in person, i was mystified for a moment, then just got over it and walked away cuz yesterday i saw a sign that advertised this:
What: Mario Lopez will pose for photographs and give autographs to Harrah's New Orleans Casino for Total Rewards members.
Where: Masquerade Lounge at Harrah's, New Orleans.
When: Saturday from 1 to 2:30 p.m.
Admission: For $10, Total Rewards members can take a photo with Lopez and get an autograph. Total Rewards cards are free and available at the desk near the Canal Street entrance. Visitors must be 21 or older.
SOURCE: Times-Picayune (New Orleans)
Also, i think im gonna try to post crazy videos i have. this first one is just a reminder that karma is a bitch and that you should never fuck with stoners cuz they will put voodoo curses on you
Also, im only now living here at 7613 with mike, the one roommate i cannot stand. he is a drunk-terrible mess. he didnt pay rent a bunch of months, never picks his underwear up from in front of the toilet when he shits, hasnt cleaned a dish in like a month yet adds to the pile. i came back from colorado and there were 4 trashbags, open with bugs flying around them, spilling onto the floor. plates and bowls were caked with mold in the sink, the house stinks, his shoes are everywhere, he comes home at 4 am and sleeps till 11 so i never get the chance to really just scream at him, though god knows we did enough of that this year. kid is insane. his mom had to visit him and pay his rent cuz he spent his rent on liquor, and, go figure, his mom's check bounced. so i hate him.
Another good day.
the end.
The production office is really cold and its really hot outside and every time someone comes into the office, they have to let everyone know how freakin cold it is. we know, we have goosebumps too. No thanks to R.L. Stine.
My boss, just like at my PR job last summer, is two years older than me. It bothers me and I'm not sure why.
I left feeling really good about myself, several people have told me i have the personality to make it in this business. I watch the other PAs and honestly, they are all boring compared to me. i rock.
everyone hates Gelman, the executive producer.
Kelly came in with her 3 whirlwind, cute, loud, overly-compensating-for-lack-of-attention-kids, and her father-in-law. she is rail thin, orange, loud, short, and happy. i wanted to hate her. I really did.
But shes like a firecracker, they just make people feel good. shes like a little ray of freakin sunshine.
nevertheless she called production when she had to wait too long at cafe du monde, production called the new orleans toursim center, they called cafe du monde, and she got her freakin beignets. i hope someone caught her with powdered sugar on her upper lip and its the cover of Star next week. i can see it know "RIPA DOES COKE WITH KIDS." that would be great.
im exhausted, call times at 7 and 8 am, 3 am tuesday and wednesday.
regis is apparently really annoying. but he comes in tomorrow and im spending some time with him monday, so i'll fill you in.
i cant wait to come home. tulane graduation was today and its really making me feel like my time here is running short, but also reminds me that its summer and for some reason im still in new orleans. maybe i'll make a trip to a beach in alabama or something.
i need to shit.
oh and today a.c. slater walked in front of me. i almost said "Hi," as if i know him. it feel that way, since i was a little tyke, i knew who this guy was. so to see him in person, i was mystified for a moment, then just got over it and walked away cuz yesterday i saw a sign that advertised this:
What: Mario Lopez will pose for photographs and give autographs to Harrah's New Orleans Casino for Total Rewards members.
Where: Masquerade Lounge at Harrah's, New Orleans.
When: Saturday from 1 to 2:30 p.m.
Admission: For $10, Total Rewards members can take a photo with Lopez and get an autograph. Total Rewards cards are free and available at the desk near the Canal Street entrance. Visitors must be 21 or older.
SOURCE: Times-Picayune (New Orleans)
Also, i think im gonna try to post crazy videos i have. this first one is just a reminder that karma is a bitch and that you should never fuck with stoners cuz they will put voodoo curses on you
Click to viewAlso, im only now living here at 7613 with mike, the one roommate i cannot stand. he is a drunk-terrible mess. he didnt pay rent a bunch of months, never picks his underwear up from in front of the toilet when he shits, hasnt cleaned a dish in like a month yet adds to the pile. i came back from colorado and there were 4 trashbags, open with bugs flying around them, spilling onto the floor. plates and bowls were caked with mold in the sink, the house stinks, his shoes are everywhere, he comes home at 4 am and sleeps till 11 so i never get the chance to really just scream at him, though god knows we did enough of that this year. kid is insane. his mom had to visit him and pay his rent cuz he spent his rent on liquor, and, go figure, his mom's check bounced. so i hate him.
Another good day.
the end.