Scribbles

Today I started my new job as a casting assistant. It was pretty quiet due to Easter, the perfect day to start learning. They had just received new computers and we could not really do much until the nerds-on-site dude finished setting everything up. Once he had completed the switch, it was determined that the remaining unused hardware would be stored in the basement.

Enter ME- a young, attractive blonde in her mid 20's. She is new to the office and is aware that a lot of the grunt work will fall on her. She accepts this and is happy to help in anyway she can *cough* kiss ass *cough*.

I started carrying the boxes and old computers down to the main floor only to realize that I was never told where the access to the basement was. I went upstairs and asked the other assistant (I will refer to him from now on by the code name: Cobra...I wanted to be Cobra, but I don't need a code name so whatever...) Anyway, Cobra came down and showed me where the basement was. It wasn't too bad, low ceilings and spider webs, but otherwise it was pretty clean and empty. We put the stuff down and I went back up to get more.

This environment is very tricky. There are moments where it seems as though there is nothing to do because you cannot proceed until others to get back to you, or sign off, or send you materials. Then when you are in the middle of something, other things happen that require you to drop everything and focus all your attention to a new task. This is what continued to happen. I would sit down with the boss, ready to learn something new, and the next thing I know, I am back in the basement.

The phone rings- "I gotta take this, can you take that down to the basement?"

An e-mail comes in- "Shit this has to get done now, can you take this down to the basement too?"

A random thought comes into her head- "I can't focus on this right now, we have to get this other thing done- is there anything else that needs to go to the basement?"

By the end of the day I had made a preemptive strike and taken some extra things into the basement so that there was absolutely nothing else that could possibly go down.

Don't get me wrong, I learned quite a bit in this first day, basics mostly. Things that were easy enough to commit to memory so I didn't end up taking any notes. It was just all over shadowed by how bad my baby cows hurt from going up and down from the basement.

You gotta start at the bottom to get to the top.





Footnotes:

*I will not use the names of the people I work with, nor will I discuss project details.
*Baby cows are what I call my calves.