--BACK TO THE BEAST--
Chapter Three: Intern Bible
He was a two-headed monster. A hairy beast with eyes dark as dark comes. I shudder to think about the number of souls he'd devoured before me. I was only one of those innocents. I entered his domain with my head in the clouds and my heart in his hands. I hadn't yet figured out that he held the key to my happiness.
However, he shortly informed me, if I was to do good at my job he'd refer me to the contacts he knew, that is, once the twelve-week internship was up.
...and there were the chains. Not so subtle, blatantly obvious, in fact.
I was to do whatever he asked of me for the next twelve weeks or I'd leave this internship with broken dreams. As far as I was concerned he was top of the Hollywood pyramid. If one word got out about me I'd be known in this business. I just had to make sure the word was good.
I began the first week taking orders from a very thick manual typed out by previous interns. The manual listed out all job tasks describing how to approach by day, by hour, and of course, by scenario.
This document was cleverly labeled, "Intern Bible".
I like to think that reading it, digesting every word and reverting back to it in times of trouble truly saved my life. I'm not quite sure if its' original author enjoyed dark humor or was just scared shitless of messing up. Nonetheless, the Bible served a purpose.
The script actually had many authors. You see, as one intern moved out another moved in, following the sacred scroll ever so carefully until a new scenario would arise, not given to the previous intern. And therefore, unknowing of proper procedure, the poor soldier whose mysterious task sat undocumented, would approach his battle head-on.
But he never stood a chance, for the beast showed no mercy.
In turn, the broken soldier would update the Bible and publish, relinquishing his duties for the next in line. And so the routine continued. The more passing, the more updating, the thicker the Bible became. By the time it was passed to me, I was outweighed.
Chapter Three: Intern Bible
He was a two-headed monster. A hairy beast with eyes dark as dark comes. I shudder to think about the number of souls he'd devoured before me. I was only one of those innocents. I entered his domain with my head in the clouds and my heart in his hands. I hadn't yet figured out that he held the key to my happiness.
However, he shortly informed me, if I was to do good at my job he'd refer me to the contacts he knew, that is, once the twelve-week internship was up.
...and there were the chains. Not so subtle, blatantly obvious, in fact.
I was to do whatever he asked of me for the next twelve weeks or I'd leave this internship with broken dreams. As far as I was concerned he was top of the Hollywood pyramid. If one word got out about me I'd be known in this business. I just had to make sure the word was good.
I began the first week taking orders from a very thick manual typed out by previous interns. The manual listed out all job tasks describing how to approach by day, by hour, and of course, by scenario.
This document was cleverly labeled, "Intern Bible".
I like to think that reading it, digesting every word and reverting back to it in times of trouble truly saved my life. I'm not quite sure if its' original author enjoyed dark humor or was just scared shitless of messing up. Nonetheless, the Bible served a purpose.
The script actually had many authors. You see, as one intern moved out another moved in, following the sacred scroll ever so carefully until a new scenario would arise, not given to the previous intern. And therefore, unknowing of proper procedure, the poor soldier whose mysterious task sat undocumented, would approach his battle head-on.
But he never stood a chance, for the beast showed no mercy.
In turn, the broken soldier would update the Bible and publish, relinquishing his duties for the next in line. And so the routine continued. The more passing, the more updating, the thicker the Bible became. By the time it was passed to me, I was outweighed.
Sure, when I saw the manuscript I wanted to bolt, but another part of me was convinced it was just a twisted joke. It wasn't.