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Written by Veronica
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“Is it playing at the Arclight?” He asks. I quickly log on to the Arclight Cinemas website and click the selection for films “On Sale Now.” My eyes frantically search the listings for the movie in question, but I come up empty. It’s not there. “No.” I type back to him, confident that my single word response will convey the severity of my disappointment. “Oh.” He writes back, confident that his single word response will do the same. A second later, he asks, “What do we do?”
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The Writers' Assistant Life: How to Not Find a Job |
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Written by Ariel
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Yes, I decided to do another reverse-psychology-esque blog this week. And I thought this topic is important, often overlooked, and bears repeating. (For more specifics on how to find a WA job, see my third blog .) Don’t network. You may think this is pointless; after all, why get to know other writers’ assistants when they’re your competition, right? Wrong. Soooo, sooooo wrong. First of all, NEVER think that other kids your age are your competition. They are, but soooo many factors go into hiring a writers’ assistant, I cannot even begin to explain them all to you now (e-mail me if you really want to know). You need to befriend your competition, “Love thy enemy,” remember? If not for the sole reason that you’ll need another WA to exchange job war stories (or “I’m getting promoted” ones) with. Secondly, I have worked on many a show where I help the producers pore through resumes to see whom we should bring in to interview. Sure, one’s experience is great, but 9.9 times out of 10, they hire based on personality (and who referred you), not how many shows you’ve worked on (or on how “big” the shows were). And, third, the more people you know, the more people who can eventually help you down the line and, you, them. Karma is huge (trust me). And, more often than not, someone randomly calls me about a job (sometimes their own, if they’re leaving or being promoted – or both), because they remembered I was looking or heard about me through somebody else. So network, network, network. It’s just one more way to get yourself out there and known within the writers’ assistant world. Don’t do the work. Too many people out here expect someone they know to find them a job (be that a cousin, someone they barely know whom they believe owes them a favor, etc.), instead of faxing and calling and emailing their butts off themselves. Yes, someone may help you, but you cannot leave it up to someone else. It’s your life. Be active, not passive (again, see my third blog on this, on how to find a WA job). Only you are responsible for your career (or lack thereof); you have no one else to blame. At least if you try left and right to find a job, you know you did everything you could to find one. And, eventually, you will. Again, I speak from much experience. Some TV seasons, I could not find a WA job to save my life. Yes, it was frustrating. Yeah, I wondered what else I would do that season (or with my life). But I didn’t give up. Nor should you. Eventually, the right job does come along. You just have to have faith. (Again, I know it’s not easy, but it works – “If it’s meant to be…” and all of that). Don’t network & don’t do the work Although these sound like simple things to do, day after day, I meet aspiring writers’ assistants who don’t do either. It’s mind-boggling. I mean, how the f*** do they think they’re going to get a job? Again, WA jobs often don’t just fall into your lap (unless you have a lot of shows under your belt and writers fight to get you to work for them, but this is not very common, given how few WA positions are available in this town). So good luck. And until next time… Questions? Thoughts? Concerns? Or if you have a topic you’d like me to address, e-mail
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Written by Veronica
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“That’s it! Perfect! Now hold that pose!” My friend Joan says as I stand with my hand fashionably affixed to my hip outside of the Waffle, a new diner on Sunset Blvd. in the heart of Hollywood. “Oh my gosh, this is so great!” Joan giggles as she frantically snaps pictures of me on her digital camera, pausing to check the images after each shot. A small crowd of people waiting outside the restaurant begin to stare at me. "Who do you think she looks like?” Joan asks a young girl gawking nearby.
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Written by The Voice of Reason
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Dear Reason: A few months ago, I began a new job working for the head of a department. My boss is terrific and has been quick to let me know she’s pleased with my work. My problem is with the other assistants in my department.
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Written by Administrator
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Dear W.M.A., I Quit! DEAR Mr. Wiatt, It is with deep regret that I submit my notice of resignation from the William Morris Agency. I hope you take the time to read this entire letter, but given your ADHD (*wink*)and inability to focus on anything other than your bank account, your tan, or Michael Cooper's impressions, I doubt that will be possible. Before describing the details of my decision, I want to offer some context: I am proud of everything I have done for this agency, from my perserverence through the mailroom, delivering god knows what in unmarked bags to agents who only grunted or screamed as I shuffled the halls; to my first desk - for a sociopath whose personality was a crime against humanity and whose sexual predelictions were a crime against nature - to finally being promoted to agent (woohoo). I was in no way involved in - or responsible for - the decline in leadership, revenue or morale since you and your butt posse took over ten years ago. Nor were the majority of current employees of WMA, who just wanted to do good work and be led. Unlike AIG, most of those responsible are still with the company and are quickly distancing themselves from you, Dave Wirtshafter and Irv "In Me Belly" Weintraub as you take the brunt of the karma-is-a-bitch scorn for what you have wrought upon this once proud company. After nearly 10 years of cronyism, laziness, bullying, self- aggrandizement and bad business practices - during which time you continued to tout your trips to the Allen & Co. conference, your quasi- famous Hollywood friends, and how you were a private plane "whore" (which you would say publicly without a tinge of self consciousness or embarassment) - we in the rank-and-file have been betrayed by WMA and are now being subjected to a potential merger through which we most likely will be out of jobs, but you will still be counting your cash and loofaing Les Moonves' ass. In response to this and probably unnoticed by you, I will now leave the company and donate my entire time to A) finding a new job; and B) making sure whatever legacy you thought you might have in this industry is justly placed where it belongs, somewhere between David Begelman and Tommy the Clown (the krumping closen whose team I was put on against my wishes). My intent is to regain just a smidge of the self worth that I had when I started at WMA, but I'm not making any promises to myself. I take this action after many years of dedicated, honorable service to WMA. To say that I can no longer effectively perform my duties in this dysfunctional environment, is like saying Octomom is a healthy example of planned parenthood. Like you, I was asked to work for an annual salary that was much more than that 98% of Americans earn, and I agreed because I bought into the whole "agent-as-rainmaker," douchebag idea that I had to live large to make large, so instead of a Suburu Forester, I got the 5-Series BMW and instead of buying in the Valley, I bought on the Westside, where I am still miles from the water and just a razor's width from my pube-trimming neighbor's bathroom window - so I have a huge nut, a family and a sense of entitlement which I do not deserve nor did I earn. Having now been let down by you and the management of this agency, I can no longer justify spending 10, 12, 14 hours a day away from my family for the benefit of those who have let me down or for the benefit of the whiny and talentless clients we are forced to represent. You and I have met and have spoken to each other, but in keeping with your non-management management style, I always felt you were looking over your shoulder into the dead, greymatter-less eyes of Danny Greenberg or some other stooge who would laugh at your inane Michael Scott, "that's what she said" jokes.. Anyway, you get the idea, I've lost the will to continue - writing and working here. But please know, that this choice is right for me. I wish others at WMA good fucking luck finding peace with their difficult decision to put their futures in your hands, and only hope their judgment is not clouded by fear or Irv's promises of tequilla shots. Mr. Wiatt, I wish you success in your commitment to dismantle a legendary company, and luck with the merger with Endeavor, you guys deserve one another. I'll continue over the short term to submit my outstanding expenses and waxing Gaby Morgerman's lip, but after what's happened here recently, I can't remain much longer - there is too much bad blood. I'm not sure how you will greet my resignation, or if you'll even notice, but at least Irv should be relieved that I'll leave under my own power and will not need to be "shoved out the door." Sincerely, Name Withheld for Fear of Reprisals Best regards,
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