There is perhaps nothing more futile and degrading than being an entry-level assistant in Hollywood...
ASS-iSTaNT FRieND: Why, I ask you, does my boss feel the need to text me in the morning and ask me to throw away his old juice from yesterday from his mini fridge when I get in? As if a) he couldn’t do it himself b) I don’t automatically do that every morning already????
MiCHaeL aNTHoNY: Just pull the trash can next to the fridge. And put up a sign that says, INSERT OLD JUICE HERE! Make sure the arrow actually points INTO the can, though, as to avoid retarded boss-related spillage.
ASS-iSTaNT FRieND: Ready for the sad part.... The trash can already IS right next to the fridge. They literally TOUCH.
Honestly, I’d rather fold shirts at the Gap… Even the XXXXXL screen-t's on the clearance table of the sale section in the outlet mall. (Shudder!)
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whatever! MONA DOESN'T WORK!?!?!?! HAHAHHAHAH!
that was way harsh, anonymous. (PS: I don't work either.)
(different anonymous) and i'm not ENTRY-LEVEL!!!!! That makes it even sadder....
oh, different anonymous!?!?!? GET ME AN ORANGE MANGO SQUEEZE! STAT! :-)
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