From an unnamed production office for an undisclosed television show in an address-withheld building in LA where the elevators are shockingly slow...
I've been at my job for the better part of a year. The only responsibilities I've gained over these last many months are either completely menial or slightly important but stupid and the result of my immediate boss' laziness/power trips. I technically make less money than when I started last summer, and more than having not been promoted, I have been explicitly asked to not show initiative or work outside my pay grade.
But... Leno Jokes, the mock Twitter account that my coworkers and I started in March and kept up with for all of three days, has one hundred seventy-eight followers! One hundred seventy-eight! That means that one hundred people decided to follow it, and then so did seventy-eight more. Monetary and professional advancement be damned. I've found all the success I can handle. If nothing else comes of my time at this job and, listen, I'm pretty sure that nothing will, at least I will always have Twitter. And bad jokes. And one of those one hundred seventy-seven Leno Jokes followers as a part of my blog readership, right Mom?
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