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I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.

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Thursday, December 23   >>


CO-WORKER: Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night? Thursday's the new Friday!

HUGO: [blahblahblahblah]

CO-WORKER: Oh, cool. You should stop by [notable comedy club] for a minute since you're in the area. I'm doing a set there.


CO-WORKER: You're actually part of one of my new bits I'm trying.

HUGO: ...Oh?

CO-WORKER: Yeah, it's semi-fictional. I make fun of this guy named Hugo who's, like, our office's IT guy--

HUGO: I'm not an IT guy.

CO-WORKER: Yeah, well, it's semi-fictional! Anyway, it's about this Hugo guy who is really just a background character that I can play a voice with.


HUGO: What's the voice.

CO-WORKER: It's like this -- 'Nyeeeee heyy there does --nyeeee-- anyone have a computer issue?'
"It's semi-fictional."

Fuck it, I'm going. Underneath my fumes, I'm actually flattered. He's a cool guy, and not as big a dick as I'm making him out to be. It's the blogosphere, folks. LIKE THE WILD WEST OF STORYTELLING.


Honestly, of the 60 people in this office, I think only 3 people know what the fuck I actually do.

I've been called:

- The IT guy (a LOT)
- The intern (because I'm young?)
- The receptionist (WTF? Because I'm on the phone a lot? I dunno.)
- The graphic designer (because I use Photoshop a lot?)
- The phone guy (because I've handled everybody's petty phone issues?)

It's cool though.

Wait, no it isn't.