"I bake pies and wake the dead. I live a very sheltered life."
It was something of an emotional rollercoaster last week. It began with a fantastic day at Disneyland with campjinx25 and a few of my friends last Monday. It was one of those rare days when everything just clicked into place: the weather was a perfect, clear 60 degrees; everyone got to the park not only within minutes of each other, but--miracle of miracles--got there early; and our timing seemed to be spot-on all day, what with rides breaking down as we unloaded or breaking down for only a few minutes when we were almost at the front of the line. We also took one of the greatest ride photos on Tower of Terror with our 5-person group high-five. There were a few long lines, but time seemed to whiz by because we kept ourselves happily distracted.
It was a day so lovely that the pessimist in me waited for the universe to screw me over just to even things out. This balancing of the universe turned out to come in the form of my new internship the next day. Going into this new place, I was warned by the boss that it wasn't for everyone. It was a fair warning but one I didn't think I needed to heed. I'm pretty easy going, I thought. I can work anywhere. How very wrong I was.
While the people at this office were really very nice (and cute and so my type that it was like Irony planned this just to point and laugh at me), the work environment was so, so, so against my style. The office was disorganized beyond understanding and pretty dirty. Bordering on unhygienic, really. There weren't many projects, only a big script and a handful of reality shows. I was also expected to cold call production companies and essentially pitch said reality shows. Now, I haven't worked in the entertainment industry for a long time, but I do know that's not effective. In fact, I'm usually the one on the other end saying we don't accept unsolicited material. Everything about the office was driving me up the motherhumping wall, and the thought of returning was stressing me out to no end.
By the end of my first day, I was 95% sure I needed to get the hell out of dodge. My sister convinced me to go another day to be absolutely sure. On Day Two, I stayed till 8:45 PM when I was asked to call about a dozen people to come in for a project. By that time, I was so annoyed at having done nothing all day, only to stay nearly two hours late and be tasked with calling people who didn't want to be bothered so late at night. I was no longer the eager intern trying to prove herself. Instead, I was the girl who was about to quit and didn't give a crap anymore. Quite against my usual can-do intern attitude, I said, "I'm sorry. It's almost 9 PM. I have to leave."
Even though I wanted to quit right then, it felt really awkward to pull the boss aside when there were half a dozen other people trying to talk to him. I came back the next morning to quit. They weren't surprised. I wish it could've worked out because they are really great people. At the same time, I'm so relieved that I don't have to deal with that office anymore.
Luckily, I scheduled two internship interviews at great companies for Friday morning, both of which went swimmingly enough that I was offered both positions in the room. I'm reserving judgement on how well the new gig will go lest I jinx myself. I have a good feeling about it, though. My first day there is tomorrow. Fingers crossed!
On Saturday, Monday's Disneyland group and I went to Wurstkuche (AKA my stomach's new happy place) and the monthly Shit Show hosted by Rob Huebel at UCB Theatre. This time, it was Thomas Lennon (the self-proclaimed "undisputed" champion of The Shit Show), Will Forte ([insert MacGruber theme song here]), Rachel Harris, Martin Starr, Conan writer Brian Stack, and Rich Fulcher of The Mighty Boosh fame. Good God, I love The Shit Show. It directly feeds into my penchant for loving things ironically. There's nothing quite like watching crappy projects while the people who were in them are in the same room, chugging beer to cope with the embarrassment.
In other news, I've re-discovered Pushing Daisies. I re-watched an episode last night on a whim and was reminded of how effing fantastic it is. I'd forgotten how adorable Ned was, how Olive pretty much wins at everything, and how Chuck was sort of annoying, but Ned loved her, so she was okay in my book. I also forgot that Joel McHale and Eric Stonestreet were guest stars. It breaks my heart that this show only has 22 episodes. At least we still have DVDs. And the memories. But mostly the DVDs.
It was a day so lovely that the pessimist in me waited for the universe to screw me over just to even things out. This balancing of the universe turned out to come in the form of my new internship the next day. Going into this new place, I was warned by the boss that it wasn't for everyone. It was a fair warning but one I didn't think I needed to heed. I'm pretty easy going, I thought. I can work anywhere. How very wrong I was.
While the people at this office were really very nice (and cute and so my type that it was like Irony planned this just to point and laugh at me), the work environment was so, so, so against my style. The office was disorganized beyond understanding and pretty dirty. Bordering on unhygienic, really. There weren't many projects, only a big script and a handful of reality shows. I was also expected to cold call production companies and essentially pitch said reality shows. Now, I haven't worked in the entertainment industry for a long time, but I do know that's not effective. In fact, I'm usually the one on the other end saying we don't accept unsolicited material. Everything about the office was driving me up the motherhumping wall, and the thought of returning was stressing me out to no end.
By the end of my first day, I was 95% sure I needed to get the hell out of dodge. My sister convinced me to go another day to be absolutely sure. On Day Two, I stayed till 8:45 PM when I was asked to call about a dozen people to come in for a project. By that time, I was so annoyed at having done nothing all day, only to stay nearly two hours late and be tasked with calling people who didn't want to be bothered so late at night. I was no longer the eager intern trying to prove herself. Instead, I was the girl who was about to quit and didn't give a crap anymore. Quite against my usual can-do intern attitude, I said, "I'm sorry. It's almost 9 PM. I have to leave."
Even though I wanted to quit right then, it felt really awkward to pull the boss aside when there were half a dozen other people trying to talk to him. I came back the next morning to quit. They weren't surprised. I wish it could've worked out because they are really great people. At the same time, I'm so relieved that I don't have to deal with that office anymore.
Luckily, I scheduled two internship interviews at great companies for Friday morning, both of which went swimmingly enough that I was offered both positions in the room. I'm reserving judgement on how well the new gig will go lest I jinx myself. I have a good feeling about it, though. My first day there is tomorrow. Fingers crossed!
On Saturday, Monday's Disneyland group and I went to Wurstkuche (AKA my stomach's new happy place) and the monthly Shit Show hosted by Rob Huebel at UCB Theatre. This time, it was Thomas Lennon (the self-proclaimed "undisputed" champion of The Shit Show), Will Forte ([insert MacGruber theme song here]), Rachel Harris, Martin Starr, Conan writer Brian Stack, and Rich Fulcher of The Mighty Boosh fame. Good God, I love The Shit Show. It directly feeds into my penchant for loving things ironically. There's nothing quite like watching crappy projects while the people who were in them are in the same room, chugging beer to cope with the embarrassment.
In other news, I've re-discovered Pushing Daisies. I re-watched an episode last night on a whim and was reminded of how effing fantastic it is. I'd forgotten how adorable Ned was, how Olive pretty much wins at everything, and how Chuck was sort of annoying, but Ned loved her, so she was okay in my book. I also forgot that Joel McHale and Eric Stonestreet were guest stars. It breaks my heart that this show only has 22 episodes. At least we still have DVDs. And the memories. But mostly the DVDs.