Never Mind

Ok, so pretty much disregard my last post. I was having a moment of weakness. I really do love my job and I would never quit so soon.

Today was amazing. The incredible Helena Bohnam Carter was in the office and she was so nice. She totally comented on the ring I was wearing, because of course she has great taste. Then we chated like best freinds while she waited for S.S. She rules.

S.S. was better today. He was so stressed about this new thing with some guy. (Sorry, no details) He has been a total bitch the last couple of days. But I understand. He has a lot of pressure put on him by the studios and what not. Besides, he had a wicked cold and that made him totally witchy.

Later.

Shitty Day

I just had the most shitty day at work. I can't believe they let people that are partially retarded work in Hollywood. I mean this is tinsel town, the magic city, the place where dreams come true. But no, it is filled with hateful, ugly losers who think they own the world.

Sorry for the rant. You probably want to know what happened.

Well, I got to work, I had just bought a beautiful new pair of diesel shoes and was feeling great. The first think I see when I get into the office, The Bitch, waiting for me. She starts to chew me out about not answering my phone last night and I tell her I had my phone with me the whole time waiting for a call.

So we fight for a few minutes about the phone thing, and then she realizes that she didn't even get my number, she had been calling the old assistants phone. What a fucking retard.

I don't know if I can handle her. I just want to strangle her with her own nappy long hair. Trust me it would be an improvement for the hair.

Nobody even came to the office and S.S. was locked in his office most of the day. He didn't even say hi to me.

I hate this job so far.

Whoops!

So I totally forgot to introduce my self. I was so excited to tell you about what I was doing, I didn't tell you who I am.

To damn bad, you nosy bastards, mind your own business and get a life. J/K

I wont tell you my real name, but all of my friends call me Jefe. That's Spanish for chief or boss. No I am not Mexican. I am a 25 year old male from O.C. California.

I went to film school at UCLA and loved it!

I am 5'6" blond hair blue eyes. I like to surf and drink.

And make movies.

Kicking Ass and Taking Names

Hey all,

If you are reading this blog you are either really lucky or really smart, cause this is going to be a kickass blog. J/K

Probably the only person who will read this is my mom. (HEY MOM!!!) But who cares. I'm not writting this blog for you, but for me. (Ok, thats not entirely true. My real motives are to make everyone so jealous of me that they will worship me where ever I go.)

I just started the best job in the whole world. I was just assigned to be the personal assistant to the greatest director of our generation. I am not supposed to say who it is for "security reasons" but his initials are S. S.

Oh my God, he is so amazing, and a pretty nice guy besides. I am only his second assistant, like Andy Sacks in the Devil Wears Prada, only I am way hotter, and I actually know what I am doing. The first assistant Dianne (bitch) is a total space case, and probably wouldn't be able to remember her own name if it wasn't shouted at her all day. I totally hate her, and vow to replace her by the end of the year.

Anyway, I am excited to meet all the Stars. The Bitch (Dianne) told me that Jude Law left the office like 5 min before I got there. Damn it. He was so hot in the Holiday. I think he has another meeting with S.S. later this week.



See I told you. Anyway, enough for now. But I promise, I will share all of the juicy details with all of you, my soon to be loyal friends.