Um, they are getting paid FAR more then you… Pizza and your gas money is a SMALL price to pay to keep them happy.
I really don’t understand this logic. At all.
Isn’t the fact that she’s getting paid more in a day than I get in a week supposed to keep her happy? Or the fact that she doesn’t have to feed herself, dress herself, or do her own make-up and hair? How about the fact that she really only works for about six of the twelve hours she’s here?
And most importantly, the fact that she’s getting paid to play pretend, like any six year old would do for free?
Yes, there’s skill and talent involved, and a lot of time and energy and even sacrifice to get to where she is. But God damn it, her job is to have hundreds of people dote on her, and then be watched and admired by millions more.
She should be the happiest person on the planet. Why are we concerned about “keeping her happy”?
Why can she not pay for her own fucking pizza?
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Girl on Girl has an amusing assistant-related post up today.