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Things were busy. Famous Actress was getting hot; other clients were doing well. Luckily we had a second assistant to help out with the bullshit work because, boy was I busy. I had a lot of responsibilities and I was good. Things were crazy but everything was in control. The office was running smoothly. Of course that means there is no place to go but down.
One of the perks of having a second assistant is that she is the one sitting on that fucking leather couch rolling phone calls. I am in my own office making myown phone calls - all for Asshole Midget and his clients. I am on the phone and my other line rings. I look at the display, see it's an internal call and ignore it. They can leave a message and I'll call back. This call that I'm currently on is really important.
And then... "Pick up the line!" It's Asshole Midget yelling from his office. Perhaps he isn't aware that I'm on the phone.
"I'm on the phone can I call you when I'm off?" I swear I said this in a friendly manner. "Pick up the goddamn line NOW!" Shit, this must be important.
I put my important call on hold and pick up his line.
"You're doing my rolodex cards wrong!" Huh? "They are WRONG! It's Jones comma Larry. Not Larry comma Jones." You have got to be fucking kidding me. I put an important call on hold for this bullshit? I'm getting some real business done here and he's bullshitting about rolodex cards? Why does he still use rolodex cards anyway? "Ok, I'll fix it." High Road is my middle name. But what a fucking toddler.
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