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The B.(igboss) Coming

Today the Big Boss came in to work.  Pretty exciting right?  I ran a CD over to another label during the late afternoon, worked on some lists of songs our producers/songwriters have done, sent out a hundred million faxes, and waited for the Big Boss.  


Finally, she came.

She was so sweet!  She wasn't there 1 minute before she had a list of things for me to do, fax this, type up this, send this, and "when you're done with that, can you please call around and see if I can get a back to my phone?  My dog chewed it."  Let.me.just.say.EWE.  I couldn't help but think about the fresh drool that was still on this thing, no store even had a back in stock anyway.  Then Evan the A&R came in.  Thats always exciting.  The Big Boss was in a meeting and he came over and talked to Vin and me for a little while.  Then he went about his work and one of our producers came in to sign some contracts.  This is one of the few producers I'd heard about and admired before I started working here, so it was pretty cool to meet him.  Apparently him and Evan have beef, I didn't know this until much later in the night but it was clear from the awkward silence.

Around 6:30 I had to bring another something to another label and when I came back, it was mass chaos between the producer, Evan, and the Big Boss.  I didn't leave until after 9 and didn't get home until almost 10.

And oh, of course it couldn't be that easy so here's a story for you (the kind where you can have a laugh and be happy things like this don't happen to you).  I stopped at Duane Reade for some soup because I was starving and freezing...what better thing could you eat?  So, I go straight to the floor with the kitchen on it instead of going up to my room first.  I heat up my soup but its so hot that I can't carry it.  I burnt my hands at least 3 times before I decided to take my jacket off and put it around the soup to carry it.  Then it spilled on my arms.  Then I held it close to my stomach and it burnt that too!  I finally got to my room and I leaned it up against the wall while I carefully reached for my key in my pocket.  In doing so, the steam from the soup was coming up and into my face.  Needless to say, I'm sweating by now.  I get in my room and it is like a sauna in here, I didn't think I had left the heat on but even if I did, I know it couldn't have been up that high.  I look at my thermostat and someone came in here and turned my heat up to 82 degrees!!  Why would you EVER want a room to be that hot, particularly one that isn't yours??  

Then I notice someone had come in here and set up bug/mouse traps.  You know the kind...the sticky pad that they get caught in and then you have to dispose of it, usually while the bug/mouse is still alive.  Disgusting.  I am NOT dealing with that when some critter gets stuck in there, so I threw them out, but they got stuck to the stick I was using to move them, then I got stuck to the stick.  Between the high temperatures and getting caught in a bug/mouse trap, I wasn't even in the mood for my soup anymore.

The Big Boss won't be back again for another week or two, I think today was just a taste of how crazy it can get when she's in the office.

All Moved In

This place is a dump.  The hallways are painted yellow with brown carpet, and it reeks of stale soup.  When I got to my room, there were scuff marks all over the floor, the stink had rust stains in it, you could see the soap scum in the bathroom, the blinds were broken, and the door to the bathroom doesn't even close all the way.  I call this place a prison cell.  After decorating the room all weekend, it does look more homey, but then I remember where I am when I have to go to the bathroom with the door open.  If I could just stay in my room and not have to get out of this place every morning by walking down these disgusting hallways, I'd be happy.  Some of you thinking about interning in New York have probably read something about Educational Housing Services, Inc.  I want to keep my anonymity on this blog, but I have to put this place on blast.  If you can help it...don't move here.  Its overpriced for what you get, and I won't even mention their absurd guest policy.  An example:  when they say all rooms are air conditioned, they forget to mention that its a window unit circa 1975.  


Enough negativity--tomorrow if my first day of my internship and not since my first one have I been so nervous.  I'm not sure why I'm so jittery tonight.  Maybe its because I applied to this place randomly online, maybe its because they hired me on the spot without introducing me to who I'd be working for, but then again it could be because I don't have the slightest idea what I'm going to be doing.  I have a few hours to kill before its late enough to go to sleep and I think I'll try on every article of clothing I own until I find something to wear tomorrow.  Wish me luck, I'll need it.


 

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