This came on a day that I was particularly frustrated, stressed out, freaking out. I didn't get a lunch break, barely had time for a pee break. And this chick comes in the bathroom with another blond and says "I thought I would be rich by now"
2nd blond says "You just graduated, what were you expecting?"
1st blond "I know, but I'm just a lucky person anyway. I get a lot of things other people don't. Like I've been the tenth caller on a radio show..."
I got out of the stall, holding back bursting out laughing, and she saw me and said "Hey! We're going to get lotto tickets!"
I was fuming! I don't even get a lunch break and this bitch is getting lotto tickets because she's so dumb she thinks she's a lucky charm!?
My day: 9a - Start work 12p - No lunch break, food on the fly 6-7p - Lucky if I get to leave
Her day: 11a - Start 'work' 1p-4p - Lunch with clients (yeah, they last that long!) 5p - Leave work to go to industry party, drink too much booze, overtly flirt with the clients, come hungover for work the next morning.
And I'm pretty sure the sales' girls get paid more than I do.
Just as an example of how my days go; because there are so many retarded things, it's hard to keep track; I've been bugging my supervisor to order me some business cards. I don't even care if they don't have my name on it. A generic company card would be fine.
I have a Portfolio review tonight and tomorrow to recruit interns, and I need these cards. I have been in several situations where I don't have a business card, and it's embarrassing! So I said fuck it, I'll make them myself.
I put my title as "Studio Manager/Production Assistant". The Exec. Producer came by and said, No, that's not it, change it. Now it reads "Assistant Producer / Studio Manager". That made me feel good, until...
A music producer at the other company was paging accounting, but kept pushing random numbers and saying "Hello? Hellooooo?!" There was an echo of this all around the studio, and I was yelling at no one "Where are you calling" running back and forth to every phone it sounded like he paged.
Finally I got ahold of him, he was trying to find a guy in accounting, and I told him the number.
He said "I know, but he wasn't there, so then I tried to find the receptionist lady...uh...Jess..."
I was completely offended, especially after I had made my new business card and when this guy has known me for over 2 years. I said, "I am not the receptionist." He said a quick sorry and hung up.
Later he came down to apologize, so I gave him my card and showed him my title. I said I was going to go to a Portfolio Review tonight and I needed them. He said, "Ooooh, portfolio? That's what it's called? Is it at a club?" I was like, uh no, it's for potential interns, it's at a school!!!!
He asked me where it was located. I'm afraid he might show up. But he won't stay long, as there won't be any booze.
On top of that, I'm all proud of my cards that I made. My supervisor saw them over my shoulder and started in on them "Oh, I should really give you the template I have. The text needs to be uniform, " (it was) "and there will be spillage, don't put anything too close to the edge, and those aren't the right size..."
I copied the thing as damn close as I could to yours! If you have a problem with MY card, then why don't you get off your ass and make me one already!!!! Sheesh!
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