MY CAR IS READY.
So I care nothing about the Wizard of Oz. Though I hear that you can sync it up to Dark Side of the Moon.
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[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
MY CAR IS READY.
So I care nothing about the Wizard of Oz. Though I hear that you can sync it up to Dark Side of the Moon.
Yay Charisse!
Not so much with the yay. I mean, she's fixed and I have her back. But they forgot to reconnect the soft top to the power mechanism. And all the techs were gone when I got there. Which means that, tomorrow, I need to make my fourth trip in five days to Pasadena.
Is there some magical reset button I can press to re-do this week?
Talk to JJ Abrams.
I'd really rather not.
Yeah, you'd avoid your car troubles, but later find out that AKA Becker or I have been replaced by an evil doppelganger with a mission to kill you.
OK, reading that doesn't so much fill me with sympathy for put-upon employees as make me think they're insane themselves for putting up with it. I'd quit if 3, 4, and 7 happened on the job and possibly punch out the perpetrator of 8 and 9.
It's like a rite of passage. I will always look back fondly on the day I finally had an assistant of my own and could make her deal with our coked out boss, instead of doing it myself.
Ah. Good times.
Well, I know someone who put up with all sorts of crap as assistant to the President of {Large Agency} and used that position as a springboard to an assistant position with {famous director} and is now head of their production company and producing movies. So two years of crap for a lifetime of a great job seems like a fair trade.