this is me taking the power back

At times in my job, my boss feels the need to remind me that I am still a lowly assistant. To introduce myself, I am an executive assistant to a producer. At first, it seems pretty cool. When I go back to my hometown and people ask me (or a lot of the time, people have heard through the link that is my mom, an official Land Park mother. The Land Park mothers seem to be more dialed in than the mafia. They know what is happening and where with everyone's kids, husbands, jobs, you name it. But that is a whole nother story in my life to go into) how I was so lucky to get this job right out of college, and how glam my life must be. With an anticipating smile and glimmer in their eye as they wait for me to tell them all the stories of my life in Los Angeles, I just don't have the heart (or maybe I have too much pride) to tell them my most important duty is to answer and roll calls quickly. OH, and make sure that my boss's schedule is up to date, everything is confirmed and I have addresses set for everything. Yeah, that answer just does not have the ring of success and achievement to it that I would perfer, or my dedicated listener. At times I wonder why I went to college. I could have easily skipped that whole four years (somehow I graduated UC Santa Barbara in four, and I have regretted it ever since) and just jumped into the lovely world of assisting and entertainment. But then I realize, I needed those four years of booze induced relationships and last minute bullshitting essays. It was my "get outta jail free card" in life. I often think back to life in college with so much nostalgia I can feel chunks rising up my throat. But this is all getting off topic of my current state in life. Back to the question at hand of how HOT my job is. I have to say, it isnt all that bad. I do have my momentary run ins with the c-list scott baio type celebs. And I am now helping in development of new shows and ideas, which I have found reminds of what I love about the entertainment world and why I am here. But those moments are quickly ruined with my boss barking if i made sure that his cobb salad was both chopped and tossed, and that I made sure there was NO blue cheese in it (he's on a diet). God forbid.

The fact that I have his typical lunch orders stamped into my brain is also worrysome...i love my job, i love my job...