
This is my day: I direct numerous actors who have no idea who they are supposed to see, field calls about the impending Movie Awards (which are making me want to kill myself), and snarkily gossip with the P.A. about Christoper Lowell's prima donna attitude when he came in to interview.
Then, there was this phone call...
John: Hi, is Danny Rooney there?
Helena: I don’t have anyone by that name in my directory
J: Well, who took his place?
H: I don’t know who Danny Rooney is, so I don’t know who took his place.
J: He was in charge of acquisitions.
H: So, New Programming? I have our Series Pitchline in New York.
J: Is that the 212-846 number?
H: Yes.
J: That’s a recording. I don’t want a recording, I want to talk to a person!
H: I’m sorry, but without a name, I can’t direct you.
J: Do you have a David?
H: Yes, I have numerous Davids.
J: Alright, I want you to transfer me to the first one on the list.
H: I can’t do that, sir, I need a last name.
J: David...Smith.
H: I’m not going to be able to assist you.
And then Simon Rex is here. I have mixed feelings (mostly guilt, about finding an icky porn person attractive in the least). Then I realize that half the time there is a cute boy signing in, I look right down to his ring finger. And that, half of THAT time, he's actually wearing a ring on it! Help! I'm getting old! *sigh*
OMFG! OMFG! OMFG!
It's Corey Feldman! With my hands over my nose and mouth like he was John Freaking Lennon, I tell him, "Mouth, I love you." Yes, those are my actual words. He modestly thanks me. Then, because that isn't bad enough, I say, "I think I might cry!" He gallantly consoles me, "Don't cry!" I manage to get him upstairs without ripping my panties off and throwing them at him.
OMFG.
I am so spent.
And then there is Isaac Hayes strolling through the lobby, sounding all rad. It's just too wonderful.
Side Note: I didn't see the Buk movie, but I did see Mean Girls instead. I could have used a pinch more Heathers, and a smidge less Clueless. But it was bright and funny, and well worth the watch. Although I think it would not have been a major disappointment to wait for video.
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Helena-
Everytime I call over there to the generic 8000 number, I want to ask, "Is this Helena?" Maybe next time I will. Do you answer all generic incoming calls at reception? Are there separate operators or is that part of what you guys do?
Posted by: shane on June 6, 2004 09:08 PMYes! I am the girl at the generic number. There are two receptionists, but the other one is a male, so you're definitely talking to me if a girl answers the line. Say hey next time! I only hope you won't abuse my Achilles' Heel and ask me dumb questions about TV listings.
Posted by: Helena on June 8, 2004 11:16 AM
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