A New Job!!!

As in, I have one! No more fetching coffee, scrambling to find 3-hole punched salmon-colored paper, hurrying to pick something up for someone fast-fast-fast hurry now FAST only to come back to the office and find they've left for the day. No more horrible production assistant tasks.

I AM A PRODUCER'S ASSISTANT!

What? No, see it ends in "-er" now, not "-tion." Huh?.... no, there's a world of difference.

Which.... well yeah sure okay, it means that I still probably have to do some of those PA-type things, but there's actual responsibility and a sense of self-worth and my boss is very good about helping his assistants advance. So let's ignore that there is a lot of shit that goes into being an assistant in Hollywood. The point is I have a great boss (no Kevin Spacey Swimming With Sharks stuff), and all the shit I have to deal with is new shit.

You know what they say, the shit is always browner the next stall over, and I'm on my way to a new stall, my friends.

One with air freshener. Maybe even potpurri-smelling.

LIBERTÉ!!!