I have an internship. Two days a week at an entertainment-marketing-ey-type advertising agency in Needham, MA (outside of Boston). It's a nifty place. Quiet. Small. Friendly. Mostly calm. Lots of cool people. Oh, and we get free bagels on Friday. One free bagel Friday and I'm hooked. Where can I sign a contract to work here?
After my first two days spent going from 0 to 120 while trying to remember how I used to sit in front of a computer for eight hours a day and trying not to spend all my time playing fetch with my boss' dog Auggie, I managed to pump out seven somewhat decent TV scripts that I presented to one of my other bosses. He picked four and had me re-write them. I re-wrote them. He picked two that are getting sent to the client. Two days. Two scripts. I may have an ad running throughout the month on November, most likely ad nauseum, during just about every televised football game on ESPN. Probably during Sportscenter and any football-related show on ESPN. I try to not watch ESPN, but if my script gets picked, I may be tuning in until I get annoyed by my own ad.
I find out this week if it was picked. There will be much dancing to be done if one of them is picked. Celebrations for all!
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