I might have started this blog as an outlet to vent about interning, but I should've realized it was my own damn fault. "I'll do boring-ass work for free! Pick me! Pick me!" WTF was wrong with me.
But due to my dazzling go-getting skillz, I have moved UP in the WORLD, my friends; I am temping---oh yes; oh yes.
Temping is like interning---just as boring and no one cares what you wear---but you get paid, which is a critical difference. Plus occasionally Kevin Federline walks into your lobby, and when he leaves you get to watch the paparazzos maul him.
Though if I'm still doing this in 3 months I might die.
3.30.2005
3.21.2005
At The Bait Shop
Ok, Sunday night was good enough even to make up for that XES shit on Friday. Dennis, his friend Meredith and I met some Brown girls at Guy's. Who knew. Totally lame line and door, annoying cover, and then it was totally sweet. No VIP stuff meant we were knocking elbows (literally) with the glitterati. And not just any glitterati, my sweets!
We are talking Dustin Hoffman.
We are talking Kelly Osbourne, looking nowhere near as fat as I thought she should.
We are talking Rufio from Hook. Ru-fi-o!
...and there were others, oh yes, but they are of the "Was he in...?" variety, except for... except for...
Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts.
Canoodling in the corner! Looking exactly like they do on the show; I felt like I was in the Bait Shop only of course Adam Brody was a guest rather than an employee. Oh man that was good.
We are talking Dustin Hoffman.
We are talking Kelly Osbourne, looking nowhere near as fat as I thought she should.
We are talking Rufio from Hook. Ru-fi-o!
...and there were others, oh yes, but they are of the "Was he in...?" variety, except for... except for...
Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts.
Canoodling in the corner! Looking exactly like they do on the show; I felt like I was in the Bait Shop only of course Adam Brody was a guest rather than an employee. Oh man that was good.
3.19.2005
I Feel Like I'm In The Valley
10:25pm
Leave Lola's, where we had mucho dinner and fruity martini drink things with Katie's mom. Call Dennis, who's at The Abbey. Mistake #1 of night: decline to immediately join him.
10:35pm
Return to Walter and Max's. Consume 1/4 of a vodka tonic and decide to meet people at the Spider Room. Call Dennis again, who's still at the Abbey and asks, kind of confused, if we're on the list. List, schmist!
11:05pm
"IF YOU'RE NOT A-LIST, YOU CAN GO HOME!" Nice, Spider bouncer. Nice.
11:40pm-2:00am
Enter XES and a world of pain. Decline to dance with one guy and he tells me to shut the fuck up. Walter, in the night's sole highlight, begins to move like a Chippendale dancer. These guys don't even have the wherewithal to reach for the velveteen blazer when the coolness factor dips low.
Should've gone to the Abbey and dragged Dennis home to watch TiVo. We have serious OC to catch up on.
Leave Lola's, where we had mucho dinner and fruity martini drink things with Katie's mom. Call Dennis, who's at The Abbey. Mistake #1 of night: decline to immediately join him.
10:35pm
Return to Walter and Max's. Consume 1/4 of a vodka tonic and decide to meet people at the Spider Room. Call Dennis again, who's still at the Abbey and asks, kind of confused, if we're on the list. List, schmist!
11:05pm
"IF YOU'RE NOT A-LIST, YOU CAN GO HOME!" Nice, Spider bouncer. Nice.
11:40pm-2:00am
Enter XES and a world of pain. Decline to dance with one guy and he tells me to shut the fuck up. Walter, in the night's sole highlight, begins to move like a Chippendale dancer. These guys don't even have the wherewithal to reach for the velveteen blazer when the coolness factor dips low.
Should've gone to the Abbey and dragged Dennis home to watch TiVo. We have serious OC to catch up on.
3.18.2005
I Want To Work For Kangaroo Jack
My lady at the temp agency is awesome. Woke upon this Day After St. Paddy's Day with the usual Day After St. Paddy's Day headache and 2 messages from Mary wondering where the fuck I am and the folks at Jerry Bruckheimer Films want to meet me before the break of noon!
Held it together through the interview until I got to the parking lot, when my head exploded. Cleaned the little bits of brain out of my car and took a nap.
I want to work for the man who got Kangaroo Jack the greenlight by saying that if they didn't have anough money for CGI, they could dress a real kangaroo in a biodegradable jacket and film it running away. The man who let Johnny Depp cake on that much eye makeup in Pirates of the Caribbean. The man who decided to MAKE Pirates of the Caribbean! It's a 2+ hour epic based on a theme park ride!
Held it together through the interview until I got to the parking lot, when my head exploded. Cleaned the little bits of brain out of my car and took a nap.
I want to work for the man who got Kangaroo Jack the greenlight by saying that if they didn't have anough money for CGI, they could dress a real kangaroo in a biodegradable jacket and film it running away. The man who let Johnny Depp cake on that much eye makeup in Pirates of the Caribbean. The man who decided to MAKE Pirates of the Caribbean! It's a 2+ hour epic based on a theme park ride!
3.14.2005
Meghan Needs A Job
See subject. Have stepped up the search, calling in the Big Guns: networking with people I barely know. I do not like it. I do it but I do not like it, are we clear?
It's okay having free days, though. Dennis's bosses are on vacation, so we spent last week playing with bouncy balls and watching Friends on DVD in his office. Ahem. I also work on the writing. That's what I do mostly. I overdosed to West Wing reurns on Bravo last summer, thank God, so those are no longer sucking my time away. Unless it's season one. Cos I haven't seen all those, even if I'm sick of most of them.
Played poker last night with Dennis and three idealistic Teachers For America. They accused me of hustling because I needed a cheat sheet with the hands. Sue me if I can't remember whether the straight's better than the flush. I still took their money (though one of those TA guys took more of it than I did, whoa mama, I stayed away from him).
Teach for America. Teach for America seems even crueler than interning---guaranteed crappy work for crappy pay, only interning is probably less exciting and you have to work past three. Okay, I'm still glad I didn't do it.
Worked on my bracket for awhile.
MARCH MADNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(my bracket is no good, though. I believe I overfavor the ACC).
It's okay having free days, though. Dennis's bosses are on vacation, so we spent last week playing with bouncy balls and watching Friends on DVD in his office. Ahem. I also work on the writing. That's what I do mostly. I overdosed to West Wing reurns on Bravo last summer, thank God, so those are no longer sucking my time away. Unless it's season one. Cos I haven't seen all those, even if I'm sick of most of them.
Played poker last night with Dennis and three idealistic Teachers For America. They accused me of hustling because I needed a cheat sheet with the hands. Sue me if I can't remember whether the straight's better than the flush. I still took their money (though one of those TA guys took more of it than I did, whoa mama, I stayed away from him).
Teach for America. Teach for America seems even crueler than interning---guaranteed crappy work for crappy pay, only interning is probably less exciting and you have to work past three. Okay, I'm still glad I didn't do it.
Worked on my bracket for awhile.
MARCH MADNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(my bracket is no good, though. I believe I overfavor the ACC).
3.06.2005
My Wholesome Weekend
Ok, I wasn't going to post for a while until Mom got the urge to blog-view out of her system, but I have deemed my weekend, while unusual and entertaining, fit for maternal consumption.
1. Friday. Was going to stay in Santa Monica and celebrate Walter's birthday, but he ended up in Los Feliz and K. was having drinks with "Carlo." What to do? No one to chill with! Enter Dennis. My 6'7" Asian knight.
So the night was a success, involving so-so Chinese food, Project Runway AND America's Next Top Model on TiVo (they didn't pick Estela but went with the wrestler girl?!), The Abbey, C-list celebrity sightings, go-go boys, and... pizza.
C-list celebrities: Coral and Melissa from The Real World, and subsequent Real World-Road Rules challenges (I want that job. Go on TV and fight with people, get paid with random winnings---Tempur-Pedic mattresses etc.).
2. Saturday. Go to Promenade with new roommate L., who is v. fun. Resist temptation to buy everything I see. Go into Veronica M., where the temptation grows. See chocolatey veleveteen dress, love it, talk myself out of it, notice "Rack Sale: $5" above its hanger, and leave with excellent new outfit for $5.39 with tax.
I'd planned on a low-key Saturday night and had invited, in an effort to be pro-active about making friends, some people to see Hotel Rwanda (bonding over genocide seems like a good friend foundation). Betsy, however, has tickets to some Indian dance thing; would I like to come?
Indian dance thing? Nay! JHOOMTI-SHAAM: INTERCOLLEGIATE HINDI FILM DANCE TEAM MEET. Every South Asian in the region was there, plus me and the industrial supply folk. Lots of dancing. Lots of lip-synching. Lots of glitter.
Can't say I'd ever seen anything quite like it.
Tomorrow I'll knit some booties and starch a blouse or something.
1. Friday. Was going to stay in Santa Monica and celebrate Walter's birthday, but he ended up in Los Feliz and K. was having drinks with "Carlo." What to do? No one to chill with! Enter Dennis. My 6'7" Asian knight.
So the night was a success, involving so-so Chinese food, Project Runway AND America's Next Top Model on TiVo (they didn't pick Estela but went with the wrestler girl?!), The Abbey, C-list celebrity sightings, go-go boys, and... pizza.
C-list celebrities: Coral and Melissa from The Real World, and subsequent Real World-Road Rules challenges (I want that job. Go on TV and fight with people, get paid with random winnings---Tempur-Pedic mattresses etc.).
2. Saturday. Go to Promenade with new roommate L., who is v. fun. Resist temptation to buy everything I see. Go into Veronica M., where the temptation grows. See chocolatey veleveteen dress, love it, talk myself out of it, notice "Rack Sale: $5" above its hanger, and leave with excellent new outfit for $5.39 with tax.
I'd planned on a low-key Saturday night and had invited, in an effort to be pro-active about making friends, some people to see Hotel Rwanda (bonding over genocide seems like a good friend foundation). Betsy, however, has tickets to some Indian dance thing; would I like to come?
Indian dance thing? Nay! JHOOMTI-SHAAM: INTERCOLLEGIATE HINDI FILM DANCE TEAM MEET. Every South Asian in the region was there, plus me and the industrial supply folk. Lots of dancing. Lots of lip-synching. Lots of glitter.
Can't say I'd ever seen anything quite like it.
Tomorrow I'll knit some booties and starch a blouse or something.
3.04.2005
Fuck
My mother has discovered the blog. Don't expect anything interesting for a while. Or ever again.
3.02.2005
To Steve Jobs, from my roommate's computer
Evil Apple AirPort
"Ease of use" you boast
Yet when I click on "Networks"
My connection is a ghost!
I *need* my Gmail access
I *need* craigslist.org
Yet when I try and find it
It's a fucking online morgue.
Oh please, my Apple AirPort
Please connect today
To remain in such a disconnect
My nerves it does such fray.
"Ease of use" you boast
Yet when I click on "Networks"
My connection is a ghost!
I *need* my Gmail access
I *need* craigslist.org
Yet when I try and find it
It's a fucking online morgue.
Oh please, my Apple AirPort
Please connect today
To remain in such a disconnect
My nerves it does such fray.
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