Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And what creepy guy calls a date an "escort"? I know that escort is a common term for a MALE companion for some married bluehair at the Support the Pigeons Ball, but "yeah, mom, I got a job as an escort/masseuse!"? Sign me the fuck up!
I'm sure he thought about it and decided that listing an hourly rate for dating sounded even worse.
What'll you do if they don't?
Sulk? Pout? Stomp? Take all my toys and go home?
What's the standard denial protocol?
Let the market take care of it.
Okay, but the market is stupid.
Also, some of the WiPs she was offering to finish were collaborative efforts with other writers who were not amused.
Alliteration, I think, Emily.
What? I'm too nap-muzzied to respond to goat-fandom-craxy stuff. Now must go feed Mom and grill chicken before it turns and kills us all.
We have ads for those kinds of "personal assistants" in the local weekly. It's all "attractive female" "travel involved" etc. It creeps me out. I was hired as a PA at my last job, but we changed it to admin because of the creepy factor associated with PA.
Today has been wild. Last night I got a lead on a job. The job hasn't been posted, and the person who turned me onto it has an inside connection. Pays really well and sounds fairly exciting (actually it sounds really exciting), but not really serving the community, unless by "serving the community" you mean the community of rich local celebrities.Sounds exciting!
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Dude, you're so right.
I was hired as a PA at my last job, but we changed it to admin because of the creepy factor associated with PA.
Ha. I associate PA (now that I've moved to LA) with being overworked and underrespected and doing all sorts of things that the Geneva Convention would look poorly upon for one cranky egomaniac.
What's the standard denial protocol?
Flouncing and crying about how mean everyone is is the traditional opening salvo to the masterwork Goodbye, Cruel Internets.
It does sound exciting, but also like the kind of thing that could give me burnout really fast. It also sounds like the kind of job I would throw at Allyson if she lived here. She would be perfect for it.
Will no one make me get dressed?
Get dressed, Heather, and congratulations on the choice of jobs. Which one do you want? I mean, really want to go to every day?