The internship was a weird mix of soul crushing and hilarious. Overall, though, soul crushing. Cheerleader says I should get a job as an agent's assistant. That way I can meet people. But I really can't bear working with people like this anymore. It makes me feel like shit. I dread going there. Really, dread. And 60hrs a week at a place that makes you anxious and depressed is just not healthy. I don't know what else to do though. In a month the internship's over and I need either a new part time job or something full time.
And the worst part is, I have this nagging feeling that I wasted this time. I think I got something out of all this. I hope.

Crazy, no?
Today was weird. Lunch was totally frelled, which is of course the worst thing that can happen at the internship. The other intern was handling it but i got yelled at twice. It's fun to be yelled at by a celebrity. Well, novel at least. And it wasn't even the other intern's fault. So, I was feeling pretty shitty, but apparently the other intern was feeling shittier still cause he left. Just left. For the first couple hours it was, "Intern 1, where's Intern 2?"
"Um, maybe Glory sent him out."
"Huh."
Then we realized: he's gone and he's not coming back. Can't really say I blame him. They really think that the interns are omnipotent and that if anything goes wrong, it's clearly our fault because all we had to do was will the traffic accident to disappear and lunch would have arrived on time. Anyway, since Intern 2 was the second Intern to bail in as many weeks, I'm looking pretty good to them right now.
After the brouhaha I met with Bohemian. She reiterated the 'you're such a good writer' points which is always nice to hear. But there's a problem. They're all producers and they're used to having interns who say, "But I'm really a writer." And they think, "But you're really crap." and try to convince them to get into producing. But since I'm so talented (that's the theme of this post) they don't want to push me into producing, but they don't know what else to do with me.

This post is taking forever cause I'm IMing with my hermano and reminiscing about Space Channel 5, the finest video game ever. I'm going to name my first born Ulala.

Let's see, how bout some TV?
( Veronica Mars )
( Lost )
( Jack and Bobby )

So I saw David Milch speak tonight. For those of you not as obsessed with TV as me, he worked on Hill Street Blues, co created NYPD Blue and most recently created Deadwood. Before all that he was a lecturer in English Literature at Yale. Tonight, among other topics, he covered pseudo speciation, signs as the evolutionary advantage that made our species, his freon addiction and a bout of OCD so bad that he wrote the same 12 pages word for word every morning for a year.
It was amazing and funny and insightful. I still think Deadwood's a very flawed show, but I appreciate the mind behind it.
In other, more me related news, Cheerleader and Bohemian read my specs and they love my work. Don't let her name fool you, Cheerleader is very exacting. I've listened to her eviscerate writers. They think I'm talented. I'm happy. So happy.
Today was good.

I've been watching Angels in America. It's probably not healthy, the degree to which I identify with Harper. I can't help it. I want to live in Antarctica and have a baby covered in white fur, so it won't get cold. And I'll have a pouch like a marsupial and it'll crawl inside and we'll mend.

I've also been reading the incredibly shitty scripts that get submitted to our production company. As a public service I've compiled a list of things I never want to see again:
1. Dead spouses. People seem to think that this is some sort of recipe for instant character, "Just add tragedy!" No.
2. Stock market manipulation. Half the scripts I've read since starting this internship have involved some form of stock fraud. My only explanation is that there are a lot of people who lost money and are bitter about it. But your bitterness does not give you license to waste my time with your inane ramblings.
3. Any secret organization funneling money to the government. It's not a surprising twist ending. "The government is corrupt?" But, but, Pollyanna, I though they loved us and wanted only our happiness! It's not unexpected, it's not interesting, stop it.

Final note: I spent hours torrenting the complete first season of the OC, so i could get caught up before the s2 premiere and none of the avis work. I tried every trick I know, and I know a lot of tricks. Not that kind. I don't turn tricks, I just.... I need to sleep.

So, I'm really beginning to hate my job. Unfortunately, I'll have to stick with it until the end of the internship.
It's not that my boss is a dick, it's just that he doesn't know how to be a professional. He doesn't know how to conduct business and yet he owns one. Also, I miss having health care. Maybe it's just my general malaise. I don't feel like I'm moving forward, or at least not fast enough. I should either be moving forward or making money and right now I'm accomplishing neither.

I have to create a TV treatment for the internship. I have a bunch of ideas, but I'm not sure any of them are good. So instead of making progress I'm watching Joan of Arcadia, reorganizing the dvd collection and doing excessive research for the least doable of my ideas.

TV Thoughts
( Dead Like Me )
( Jack and Bobby )
( Joan of Arcadia )

( Answers )

I had internship yesterday. We all had a nice talk over lunch and I learned once again that I have no idea how to interact with others of my species.
( Cut for grossness and rambling memories of the little house of horrors )
Back to the internship, I was really dreading going and had pretty much decided to quit, but yesterday was actually kinda fun so I guess I’ll show on Monday. A famous person called and I managed to not spaz and go, ‘OMG you’re Blah Blah. You worked with boss on Blah!” I was very professional and directed the call quickly and kindly. Yay me. Also, boss lady thought my coverage was brilliant. She thinks I’m smart and a good writer. I like praise. I don’t need pay as long as I can keep getting praise.

A question for the LAers on my FL: What's the best used book store in town? I miss Half Price books.

And finally, you haven't known joy until you've read Latest US government-issued signs

I really really really want to write Dark Angel fanfic. That sentence makes me feel dirty. I just love Alec so much.
Also, I really really really suck at being a receptionist, which is essentially what I do at my internship. I answer phones and get lunch (which takes about 3 hours, cause they're insane). Today Crazy Lady actually said,"You have to check everything very carefully. This is someone's lunch." but the tone she used was more like, "This is someone's life." I really dread going there. I like my job so much better. The internship is only four months. I can do four months, I think.
Anyway, this weekend will be fun because rhiannfire will be here. And , there are three days of not being at the internship. Woohoo.

Today was the first day of my internship. I haven't been that bored in a very long time. Glory wanted me to "play around with the computers" to familiarize myself with the programs for TEN HOURS! It's just not that hard. Oh, and I practiced picking up the phone and saying the name of the production company. Gah.
Tomorrow I start at the photo studio. It should be more actual work. Plus, I get paid. I can't wait to get a paycheck. It's been so long. It's part time, to make way for the internship, so I'm still not quite making enough to live off of but I'll be eating away at my savings at a slower rate.
In more important news: I went back to component, changed my colors and created a new mood theme. Neither of the old ones went with the new colors, you see. I had to blow three hours making it. It was necessary. Homework? What? I'm so behind on my classes. Well, really just the boring one and being behind in that doesn't count.
Ok, gotta get some sleep. This whole having to get up before noon thing is very distressing.