Well, I must clarify that I shall only be working with them for another week. Plus one day. 6 days, all together – 8 if you count the weekend (which will not, I repeat: not!, be spent at work.). Eight and a half if you count today. Today isn’t over yet.
I keep making threats that I’m going to write about what they say and do in my TV show (that has yet to be written). In turn, they threaten me with a law suit if I do. Ah, what lovely banter! What I don’t think they get though is just how serious I am about the whole thing. I have to write about my boss’ boss who yelled at me and made me go all panick-attacky. I also have to mention our Fabio lookalike. He just started a few weeks back, so I don’t have much dirt on him (other than the fact that he’s some cougar’s boyfriend. Or they broke up. Who cares really.). But, I figure the less I know about him, the more I can make up. For example – he’s a true egotistical, narcissistic asshole. That might be true, but chances are it isn’t (oh, the lies!).
I also have to mention the general idiocy and crap we have to put up with. I hate working in an office.
Why, when I watched The Office (UK), didn’t I think to go “Oooh, fancy that, working in an office is really kind of… crap.”. But no. I discarded it as a funny TV show. “It’s just made up”, I thought to myself. No, it is not! It really can be that bad. Not every day, obviously, but in general it’s pretty shitty.
Memo to self: never work in an office ever again. Hate it.
Oh, and I have a new dream now too. I want to make a documentary and win an Oscar for it. So all I need now is a camera, something to film, learn how to edit and get a microphone for voiceovers (and figure out to put my voice on top of images), get an agent, market and publish it, make people love it and think it’s the most genious thing ever, make lots of money, donate the proceeds to a charity (liar.), get nominated for an Oscar and then…. win it.
Does Michael Moore need an intern?