Being a Hollywood assistant is anything but glamorous. It requires dealing with huge egos and their eccentric requests. LAist rounded up some of the worst Hollywood assistant stories they could find and the results range from infuriating to disturbing. For example, this baffling story:
Once my boss gave me a Christmas card to mail out that said “Deck the Halls with Cows and Collies” and had a picture of cows and collies in Santa hats. She threw it at me and said “I don’t understand it, explain it in black ink at the top.
And apparently, there’s a Porsche just sitting downtown waiting for someoen to take it thanks to one of the assistant’s bosses:
I worked at a big agency in the TV lit department for one of the partners. He walked in and told me that he needed help finding his Porsche. I thought that he’d parked it in the garage and needed help figuring out where he parked. Nope. He’d gone to run an errand (read: probably get in touch with his drug dealer) and LOST HIS PORSCHE somewhere in Beverly Hills. I asked if he’d used the key clicker to find it and he screamed for like five minutes about how I was supposed to have told him that his clicker would’ve helped him. Regardless, I had to drive my ass to BH and wander around for four hours trying to retrace his steps (sidebar: do you know how awkward it to walk up to random Porsche’s and inspect them to see if it’s your bosses car? YEAH. I almost got arrested two times. By the time I got back, there was no issue—why? He’d gone out and bought a new Porsche. I asked what he was going to do about the old one and he shrugged and went, “Eh. Leave it.” So, somewhere in the clean pressed, assistant-tear-lined streets of Beverly Hills, THERE IS A FREE PORSCHE.
So don’t miss the rest of the crazy stories over at LAist.