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July 30, 2002 - 6:11 pm This job can be so boring at times. I wish someone would throw a temper tantrum. I�d like to see someone in the cast slap an assistant director for no good reason. Just for the record, none of the AD�s deserve to be slapped. Really, how long till someone here finds FadeIn now? I dread that day, as I wonder what I should be talking about and what I shouldn�t. Soon, I will establish the office of FadeIn Security. I just realized that this job is like every crappy temp job I�ve ever had, except that I get to wear jeans and that there are disproportionately wealthy people around. The big news item of the day: I just ate a packaged rice krispies treat square because it was there. Almost akin to Mt. Everest, I tells you. Let me tell you a little something about the Fox lot, where I go to deliver and pick up mail every other day. I feel very at home there, because they have this mock New York intersection. And it�s not that I�ve ever been to NY, but it�s the only thing in this giant suburb called Los Angeles that reminds me of Chicago. I love walking through that part of the lot. Then, you come around a corner, and there�s a palm tree. Bastards. There are two girls here in the office who sit here and quietly send instant messages to each other all day. I find this both cute and annoying. I am working on a plan to secretly terrorize them using instant messages. Showbusiness, people. Oh, and helpful hint: If you send us a resume with a link to your website, make sure the pictures of you getting absolutely blitzed on New Years Eve are not there, or we will laugh at you.
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