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The Highest Up

Today, I was on location, to get stuff signed by the UPM.

While I was standing around, a set PA asked if I could go grab the executive producer (who was in a coffee shop down the street that had free wifi), and bring him to set. I wasn’t doing anything, so I said sure.

On my way down, I realized, The executive producer has no idea who I am.

Remember the writer who didn’t realize we worked on the same show? That jerk just writes and plays ping pong all day. Now imagine a guy who has to run an entire television show. He doesn’t have the first fucking clue who I am.

I’m coming from the office, so I don’t even have a walkie on my belt to associate myself with the production. I just look like a dude who wants some coffee. How’s the EP gonna react when some stranger comes up and is all, “Hey, go to the set, asshole.”

So, meek as can be, I walk up to him and say, “They need you on set.”

“Okay,” he says, and continues typing. He doesn’t even look up.

My job done, I leave and realize, He still doesn’t know who I am.

Now, I’m going to play a little game. I’m going to see if I can avoid officially meeting him for the rest of the season. Wouldn’t that be great? I’ll introduce myself at the wrap party, and he’ll be like, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the office PA who sat down the hall from you for six months. Don’t you feel guilty now?

I’m petty, I know.

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