So It Begins...

I'm snuggled  in a corner couch at a Coffee Bean on La Cienega right now, typing away with what I hope is a "ponderous" look. Customers are glancing reverently in my direction--no doubt thinking I'm a screenwriter hard at work, rigging the next episode of the Hills or something. I'll keep up the ruse, it's fun. 

First two days of school work, finito! Monday night I neatly  (read: neurotically) laid out my outfit, packed an apple, and, thanks to jet lag, slept like a log. Come morning, I downed a 5-hr energy, put on California Love, and began my commute. Insert road/life metaphor Here. 

So in order to enter work, I have to pass through two looming gates and a guard house.  I passed by once, twice, slowly, like a sketchy gang member scoping out a house. Doesn't help that I'm maneuvering one of the busiest streets in Los Angeles, and that automobile multitasking here (aka driving while doing anything else) is an extremely specialized skill that I no longer can claim to have.  A worst case scenario flashed vividly in my mind: the guard laughs at me as I assure him of my internship, while a line of foreign cars grows quickly and impatiently behind me, stopping traffic on the main road...thankfully, in an anti-climatic twist, all went well. Which made me, with my 15 minutes of sketchiness, feel like a jackass.  

Ooh. Cute guy just strolled in. Sorry. Got distracted. Back to looking like a screenwriter.

 Speaking of les beaux hommes, there is an assistant in the office, let us call him Adrian, who looks  exactly like the Entourage star. And let's just say it's no coincidence that I was the first intern to pop up both times when he asked for one of us to pick up sandwiches (an extremely important duty laden with responsibility). Other than that, it was a day filled with coffee-making, script-reading, and logistics (like getting my ID pic taken so I can flash my card like a G when I enter the guard gate from now on. Sweet). I'm exhausted, and my brain is numb and lethargic. So I'll revert to list-form, and wait for a blog-worthy event to occur this week...

And although  today marks but my second day skulking around the fringes of the Biz, I have learned some very important things about myself and some life lessons: 

1) I make damn good coffee. 

2) 5 hr. energy is ambrosia of the gods

3) I have an arch nemesis, and it is L.A. Traffic. 

4) My voice has unwittingly climbed 2 octaves higher.

6)  California earthquakes scare me less than Carolina tornadoes. 

7) Beverly Hills is a hellish quagmire of one-way streets.  

8) LA Parking makes Duke Parking look like saints.

9) Motorcycles are like ninjas. Stealthy, annoying, evil ninjas that believe the lane dividers to be the highway version of Platform 9 3/4.

 

Changing the world one coffee pot at a time, and brainstorming a way to raise $40 in ticket money,

Cheers,

Moi.