Wink, wink.
Apr. 10th, 2007 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubykatewritingI've been looking at jobs at CareerBuilder.com for the last couple of months. I have a few job searches and the site will send me emails weekly with new job listings that fall within those searches. One of them is, of course, entertainment-related.
There's this one group that continually advertises for positions like celebrity assistants (the appeal might be great, but my dignity is apparently greater) and the like. Mostly it's these no-name companies advertising positions in sales and marketing that are sort of connected to the entertainment industry. But only if you squint. Really hard. Nothing that would appeal to me, nor am I qualified for any of it either since I've spent the last ten years in health care and research.
Anyway, CBS (the first job posting I've seen from them) has this position available that combines producer and editor. Their oh-so-smart name for this combo? Preditor. Yeah, it isn't quite as mortifying as Tobias's analrapist, but, CBS dudes, THINK. Read it out loud a few times before, you know, deciding and all that.
I actually watched this for the first time with Mom. She laughed, people. Multiple times. I was not prepared for that. For eye-rolling? Yep. For mournful sighs of put-uponedness? Totally. For laughter? NOPE. Of course, this happened to be a hilarious episode. Grandma explaining the back story about the antique sewing machine while Robin practically convulses in the background had Mom and I both rolling. That was fantastic. Plus the whole telepathy between Lily and Robin. I loved Alyson and Cobie in this episode. So much.
And once again, reaction shots RULE THE DAY. All of the stripper stuff was for the win simply because Jason and Josh and Neil totally and completely sold the reaction shots. Loved it. Oh, Barney. Seriously, who would have thunk it? I would actually pull out an Oh, Barney? Then his whole, "You have three hours to kill before your flight, Alcatraz or Fisherman's Wharf?"
I heart you, HIMYM.
There's this one group that continually advertises for positions like celebrity assistants (the appeal might be great, but my dignity is apparently greater) and the like. Mostly it's these no-name companies advertising positions in sales and marketing that are sort of connected to the entertainment industry. But only if you squint. Really hard. Nothing that would appeal to me, nor am I qualified for any of it either since I've spent the last ten years in health care and research.
Anyway, CBS (the first job posting I've seen from them) has this position available that combines producer and editor. Their oh-so-smart name for this combo? Preditor. Yeah, it isn't quite as mortifying as Tobias's analrapist, but, CBS dudes, THINK. Read it out loud a few times before, you know, deciding and all that.
I actually watched this for the first time with Mom. She laughed, people. Multiple times. I was not prepared for that. For eye-rolling? Yep. For mournful sighs of put-uponedness? Totally. For laughter? NOPE. Of course, this happened to be a hilarious episode. Grandma explaining the back story about the antique sewing machine while Robin practically convulses in the background had Mom and I both rolling. That was fantastic. Plus the whole telepathy between Lily and Robin. I loved Alyson and Cobie in this episode. So much.
And once again, reaction shots RULE THE DAY. All of the stripper stuff was for the win simply because Jason and Josh and Neil totally and completely sold the reaction shots. Loved it. Oh, Barney. Seriously, who would have thunk it? I would actually pull out an Oh, Barney? Then his whole, "You have three hours to kill before your flight, Alcatraz or Fisherman's Wharf?"
I heart you, HIMYM.
