Recently I have received many a complaint in regards to my blog up-keep. At first my sentiments were that of Arnold i.e. "What'ch you talkin' 'bout (insert your name here...libby and lauren) ?!"
Now, the funny thing about blogs is that I don't even do much blog reading and I just didn't expect people to read mine. But they do (all both of them)! But those two really cared...so I figured, "hey I can do this...I've got the time..."
Just then, right as I uttered those words, "...I've got the time..." you thought to yourself but HOW?! How does Jamie have all this time to update her blog? Well, do I have an answer for you...
I am an intern with Yo Gabba Gabba, a children's TV show created by insane minds of those folks at The Magic Store, and some affiliated with those magical mind-boggling super heros The Aquabats!
It is very awesome.
But there has been some interesting facts I have learned about myself while working here, (and by working I mean sitting at the front deask 'manning' the phone or quietly huddling under a table while others are laughing and having a gay ol' time...thus the answer to the previous posed question of blogging time) . I have decided to comprise all the things I have learned in form of a song, and it goes a little something like this...
(to be sung to the tune of the 12 days of christmas, or in form of an Irish drinking song)
ON THE FIRST DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...that I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE SECOND DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE THIRD DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE FORTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE FIFTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE SIXTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...seven futile lessons on how to transfer a call...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE EIGHTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...eight ridiculously attractive men...
...seven futile lessons on how to transfer a call...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE NINTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...nine inappropriate fits of laughter...
...eight ridiculously attractive men...
...seven futile lessons on how to transfer a call...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE TENTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...a decade of pent up insecurities...
...nine inappropriate fits of laughter...
...eight ridiculously attractive men...
...seven futile lessons on how to transfer a call...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE ELEVENTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...eleven sudden urges to weep...
...a decade of pent up insecurities...
...nine inappropriate fits of laughter...
...eight ridiculously attractive men...
...seven futile lessons on how to transfer a call...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
ON THE TEWLTH DAY OF INTERNSHIP MY CIRCUMSTANCE REVEALED TO ME...
...12 verities of candy like manna from the sky...
...eleven sudden urges to weep...
...a decade of pent up insecurities...
...nine inappropriate fits of laughter...
...eight ridiculously attractive men...
...seven futile lessons on how to transfer a call...
...six bags of peanut butter M&Ms...
...five pubic hairs scrubbed from the urinal!
...a plane flying over head every four minutes...
...three screwed up phone transfers...
...a pair of women in a male dominated office and...
...I'm a tool who should never work in TV.
Nonetheless, I couldn't be happier working there. Everyone is ridiculously kind and fun. I'm hoping some of them will rub off on me...would it be too easy for me to write something inappropriate here? I think so.
Please enjoy the photos...
michelle is good
michelle is beautiful
barry?
hot and hot.
Well, comrades that is all for now. I hope it was everything you'd hoped for. I adore you all (all both of you) and now I am off to listen to chapels and make stuff while drinking tea that kind of smells like pot. Perhaps this reefer reeking tea will be the only thing to get me through these damn chapels.
WORD,
jamie
