Ass Fucking World Championships has come to a close. Yesterday, at the end of the work day our new show runner came in to the office for a surprise meeting. He told us he wasn't gonna bullshit us, and he didn't. The entire creative team was summarily fired, top to bottom. The Testicles Network decided to bring in new blood...who will find out the same shit we did; they're writing for a clueless team of overpaid execs and an egotistical douche bag with massive homophobia, wherein something with three wheels or jet engines is too gay, along with anything remotely adventurous. The network wants him to be Evil Knievel, he wants to drive cool cars, and never shall the twains meet. All these morons together can't have a meeting of the minds to figure this out, so instead they scape goat this shit on all of us. We've pitched every god damned thing under the sun so I sincerely give my blessings and apathy to the new writing team. Good luck. You're gonna need it. Ass Fuck this dude like a champ.
Today is my last day. I'm sitting in bed still, debating when I should motivate to actually show up. The incentive is there are tons of research magazines I can steal and Paramount has $4 DVDs that I want to buy. I can pimp up my resume and eat some free food while I'm there. Firing people at the end of the month...cold blooded. But all along I've said I hate the show and the job and the star so I shouldn't bitch now. It's just a matter of finding work in The Wood amidst this forsaken economy. Better call the unemployment office.
There is a super-clone of Dick Clark; a younger, blonder version. He supposedly needs a writer for his national radio show. Doesn't sound so bad. Or does it? God knows. This industry kind of blows. To all the youth dreaming of a job in show biz...realize this crap heap is no different than any other career. Its a J.O.B. Unless you are Keanu Reeves it is still a work load and boring and frustrating and aggravating. Except here there is no job security and the bottom can fall out at any minute. And you end up working on shows like Ass Fucking World Championships.
Drink my bitter tea. I hope it burns your throat.
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