invisible

i met an academy award winning writer/director today. she was really nice. which is always refreshing. her partner is nice as well but never remembers that she's met me. we've met and shaken hands three times now and i'm optimistic that this time she may actually remember who i am. we'll see.

it's always funny to see how people treat assistants. big people. small people. medium people. in my building someone has to go down to the lobby to get guests. they can't get in the elevator and ride up themselves. i've taken a lot of elevator rides. and those elevator rides are very telling. some people completely ignore me....i may as well be a blinking light that they follow to my boss' office. others shake my hand and say hello and then ask the occasional polite question or two. then there are the really nice people who genuinely look you in the eye and remember your name after 5 seconds. they might even ask you questions about yourself. amazing. i know. those are my favorite people. they all treat my boss like royalty but it's the people who treat me like shit that really annoy the hell out of me. but they should learn that the assistant is the gate keeper. the one who lets them in. and gives them access to the big boss. the one who gives them information. oh, they'll pay.