More Things That Would Never Happen At Toyota

Today I mostly researched farms and Organic Law

Oh and there was a rock concert at 4:00

Yea, thats right, they do that sometimes here...

It was this guy. He came in with his guitar and sang some songs to us while everyone drank beer and ate chips. Then at 4:30 we all went back to work.

I went back to Organic Law.

If Data Entry was a Sport, I would Be an Olympian

That is all I have to say about that.

THE NEW BOSS

Today Pooly told me to stop complaining. So I decided to.

Then I listened to Grad students complain.



When I got to my desk Under Pod 3, I sifted through talent release forms for minority kids that The Alliance sends to privet school. More forms were missing then we have. We have a ton of forms of kids not in the collateral we are building, and a ton of other kids whose names we don’t know, and a few names whose faces we don't know.

And I got pulled by DirectTV to proofread some legal. (Don't tell anyone I am Dyslexic or that I can't spell) The girl who pulled me looked swamped. She hardly had time to work on the project she needed my help for. She kept getting distracted by other calls and e-mails and people walking up to her and asking for things.

Then I met my bosses new boss. He manages to somehow be super busy and energetic but at the same time laid-back.

He said the Senior Planner here is a Bro.

The Proxy

My supervisor was not in today. Instead, she gave me directions over the phone. I had to pick up some tapes and get them back to the editors (they call them Mr. Ed) in order to make a montage by tomorrow morning.

He wasn't that happy to see me.

I picked up the tapes from the Valet at my bosses condos in Marina Del Ray. That place was sexy.

I also got to send another e-mail to The Client (I chose to capitalize The Client, maybe I should consider spelling it with a "_" as in "The C_t") It is cool, but scary. Every time I press send my heart drops, and I know i fucked up, misspelled something or accidentally sent them porn.

usually it turns out I was over reacting (usually).

Finally I spent the rest of the afternoon copying a folder, exactly as it was handed to me. ("with the stickies and handwritten notes exactly as they are on here") which at times meant 2-sided copies of the notes taken on the back of pages. Plus, it was highly delicate information, so I was cautioned not to let anyone else see what I was copying.



The result was me looking like I was stealing confidential information, good thing no one knew that I am black...

DAY 5: If you were a bird you would eat your children

Today Stephy told me that if I were a bird I would eat my own babies after they were touched by a stranger. Then I went to my internship.



Ever have one of those days where you're working and working, then, at the end of the night you sit down to write your blog and can't seem to figure out what you did?

Neither have I.

did you know that the Spanish word for servings (as in "Servings: 4 people") is spelled the same as the French word? I didn't.

DAY 5: The Hunt

This is a big office.

Really, there are like 300 people here. Today I wandered around, reading every nameplate. Not for leisure, I was charged with delivering a schedule to a select group of people spread throughout the office. Each one in a more obscure location then the last.

Actually I rather enjoyed meeting new people, that is half the fun of an internship...



Today I spoke with a somebody so important, his office possessed one of only two black opaque doors with a little round window. Better yet, he knew Eric Spiegler -Copywriting Professor, CoECD at O'leary. He also had a giant poster behind him that said "40 Year-Old Creative" and had his face super imposed over what's his name from the Daily Show.

DAY 4: DON'T SEND THAT TO THE VP, STUPID

Today I made my first error... it only took four days.

It turns out that two of the clients have the same name. Only, one of them is the VP. You can guess which one I forwarded not one but two e-mails meant for the other clients eyes.

Yea.

What is worse, I sent it under my boss’s name, ouch.

At least it was all spelled right.