when people ask me, "what do you do?" i generally say i'm a secretary. or an "office bitch," if i'm feeling particularly snarky. but after taking my boss's son to the airport for the second time in a month, and spending a large portion of last week doing the family banking, i realized that i'm actually the man's personal assistant. so that's what i'm going to call myself. plus, it sounds so much more l.a. than just being a mere secretary. too bad the pay's the same.
small universe: my boss's son used to be a talent agent, and when he saw my computer wallpaper, he said, "oh, you like justin theroux? i used to be his agent. too bad i didn't know that a few years ago, or i could have set something up." as embarrassing as it is to have your boss's 30-year-old son recognize your schoolgirl crush on a random actor, once i stopped blushing, i cursed him for having the gall to change jobs before i had a chance to lick justin theroux's abs.
small universe: my boss's son used to be a talent agent, and when he saw my computer wallpaper, he said, "oh, you like justin theroux? i used to be his agent. too bad i didn't know that a few years ago, or i could have set something up." as embarrassing as it is to have your boss's 30-year-old son recognize your schoolgirl crush on a random actor, once i stopped blushing, i cursed him for having the gall to change jobs before i had a chance to lick justin theroux's abs.