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Whoooooo are you? Who, who? Who, who?

It’s virtually impossible to tell, by eye, an office PA from a young producer. Unstylish clothing, disheveled hair, four-day beard growth. (Of course, you’ll know immediately if you see them getting out of their car.) But if you see me on the set without a walkie or a pair of gloves on my belt, I could be anybody.

So, it’s always fun to walk past a casting office. You get all these pretty girls (or handsome guys, if that’s your thing) smiling at you and being super nice. No one asks you for directions, or bugs you for a cup of coffee. Who knows? Maybe you wrote this episode.

Once they’re cast, they quickly realize that I don’t, in fact, matter. But for a minute there, I feel really cool.

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  1. Once in a car wash waiting area where an attractive actress-type had already silently dismissed me as dirt, I got up to accept the keys of my boss’ black Porsche 911 – and glanced in time back to see her look of sudden intrigue.

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