7 Steps To Getting (And Losing) The Worst Job in Showbiz
Every Saturday we ask some of our favorite writers to fill in for us. Today, we have former Cracked.com writer Anthony Layser, who is now the deputy managing editor of Asylum.com.
Being a production assistant in the film and television business is tantamount to being a food service employee who empties the deep fryer and scrubs the urinals. It's a position I held with the TV Guide Channel--the entertainment industry equivalent of a taco stand. To call the work mindless doesn't appropriately explain the job; it was anti-mind. Yet like a lot of young people, I believed that being a PA would be my first step toward rising up the ranks, allowing me to one day achieve my goal of producing a sitcom featuring trained Komodo dragons. Here's how that went ...

Like any desperate comm. school grad, I applied for the job because I was told they possessed a studio that recorded moving images. At some point, a human relations rep probably explained that my position would essentially make me the entertainment industry equivalent of India's "Untouchable" caste, but apparently that seemed like a fair trade off to me.

What I Should Have Done:
It might have been advisable to actually watch the TV Guide Channel before signing on. Not only were there no exotic trained animal shows or sitcoms, but the entire programming philosophy was to have a sycophant fawn over network and cable clips in nearly identical segments with names like "Watch This!," "What's On" and "TV Circle Jerk!" Meanwhile, the advertisers were predominantly manufacturers of festive collectible plates and Elvis figurines.


After a week on the job, I was already becoming friendly with the staff, most of whom seemed genuinely disinterested in the pap we were creating. I soon felt comfortable enough to crack jokes about creating programming that's sole focus was to encourage its viewers to watch something else. Before I realized the production manager was not laughing along, she pulled me aside and said, "Some of us take our work seriously." I immediately felt sympathy for her.
What I Should Have Done:
Kept my head down, and did my job. If someone asked me what I thought about the TVGC, I didn't necessarily have to lie. I could have simply told them, I was using it as a source of income until I sold my teleplay inspired by a harrowing stint on Master Cleanse. (That was always my cover. I would never blithely reveal my Komodo idea for fear of it being stolen.).


I was in my early 20s, so naturally I spent much of my downtime drinking with friends, attempting to convince women to sleep with me or both. This left little time for watching television after work, especially an aggrandized talent show sans juggling. Unfortunately, the TVGC's main objective was to fellate whatever was at the top of Neilson ratings.
What I Should Have Done:
I could have at least tried to find recaps of the shows online. As it were, I made no effort to understand American Idol and sat baffled as we shot segment after segment about the dramatic battle between an obese black man and a closeted gay elf.


I quickly grew to dislike the production manager as she continually ordered me to do things like make coffee, print copies of scripts and maintain a database of production information. At first I complied, but when I realized other, more motivated PAs would pick up my slack, I decided it best to get into a routine of getting stoned in the parking garage with the cute wardrobe assistant.
What I Should Have Done:
Perhaps I should have followed the production manager's edicts and been a more diligent employee. However, had this happened, I may have never been able to convince the aforementioned wardrobe assistant to hook up with me.


When the Emmy Awards rolled around, TVGC rolled out a huge marketing effort to publicize that they had recently acquired Joan Rivers and her daughter Melissa--via a multi-million dollar contract--to host the channel's red carpet coverage. Oddly though, I rarely saw the pair around the office during the long hours of preproduction… Did I mention that I was barely making enough to afford socks?
What I Should Have Done:
I should have relished the opportunity to be part of a red carpet production and been grateful that I was able to cavort with television celebrities. Instead, I attempted to recoup what I felt I was rightly owed at the craft services table. The indigestion was something awful, though it was no mistake when I passed wind in the direction of Joan's interview with the cast of According to Jim.


Not long after the Emmys, the production staff was brought into the studio and told there would be a "restructuring." Each of us had to do an interview to beg for our jobs. When brought in to discuss my role and future with the company, I suggested that I would like to find a way to create a Curb Your Enthusiasm-type program for TVGC channel. It felt like a smart answer, because Curb was a hit for HBO and with a little tinkering the format could accommodate reptilian co-stars.

What I Should Have Done:
In retrospect, I should have characterized myself as a loyal servant, and aligned my personal mission with that of the TVGC's mission. For instance, a stronger response would have been to say that I've always dreamed of producing a less hip version of Entertainment Tonight hosted by the incomparable Billy Bush.


I was taken aback when the production manager explained that I was, "Not part of the plan going forward" with the glint of pleasure in her eyes. So over my final two weeks, I arrived at the studio around noon and ignored nearly all of her directives. My coworkers, many of whom were also let go, seemed genuinely impressed by my unwavering insubordination and blatant shiftlessness.
What I Should Have Done:
I suppose I could have worked even harder and shown the TVGC they had made a mistake. Even if they didn't take me back, perhaps I could've proved myself to be of value. I may have even been able to get references that could've helped land future jobs in TV production. Instead, I opted to return to writing and editing websites--where the real money is.









I would kill for a regular PA job...freelance PA in an off market means sucking dick to get a job that lasts three days with a road weary crew that doesn't feel like learning your name (but for god sake, when they tell you to find some f****r who just got off a plane and you haven't met, you better not say "Who?"), answering the same six questions about where you live while they ignore your answers and check their voice mail and then hand you a map to your own city to take the B-roll crew to the same five tourist locations that ever production ever goes to, all the while smiling and handing out business cards on the off chance that one of these douchenozzles returns to your city in the near future as you try desperately to suck up to the guy who has the job you want so you can get the barest shade of insight in how to get the f**k out of your crappy bottom of the heel job.
ReplyBitter? That's supposed to be my thing.
i say screw hindstie, you did the right thing hooking up with that wardrobe assisstant
ReplyYes you should have tried harder to keep the job, but then this hilarious article wouldn't have been written, and I would still have a sucky Monday. :)
ReplyI guess hindsight is 20/20
ReplyI'm in grip electric and I love it (unless we're shooting on location indoors in a building that clearly was not meant for holding an entire production team, and then I'm fantasizing about intentionally breaking the kneecaps of the people in my way with my sandbags/C-stand/ladder/whatever else needs to be on the other side of a sea of slow-moving oblivious chattel), but I can't imagine anything quite as soul-killing as being in the production office.
ReplyI laughed so hard I literally cried, but continued to laugh uncontrollably, anyway. I can relate to your #4 because me I love smoking weed, hanging out, hooking up with attractive women, and giving the boss the figurative f**k you! Also, your personality and interest remind me a lot of myself, which is kick ass. Glad to read an article written by a fellow BMF. Keep up the good work, and I hope to read more articles written by you in the future.
Replyyoure not a bmf, youre a lazy s**thead
true story but yay for our favorite types of woman attractive and marry jane.
Well, glad I never made those mistakes. I was still fired after a month of working my first job. It was a dog kennel. Essentially, picking up s**t for 8 hours while dodging an enthusiastic, 150 lb retriever running headlong into your crotch (which I didn't dodge and it hurt a lot. 50% of the job involved dogs trying to ram into my man parts). Things were going pretty well, until the dogs stopped listening to me. It was like I had a 2-week pass to "Dog Whispering" and after that, nothing. But I worked my ass off the last week, risking testicular injury and wrestling an unfixed Doberman to the ground to pull a pebble out of its mouth (seriously- that dog was STUPID). I gotca killer reference, except for the part where my boss told me I should take a break from working with dogs for a few years. As if I ever want to return to that forsaken hell hole. Well, I could use the work, but it isn't very fun. At least not as fun as working with dogs would seem.
ReplyWell Johnny (yes, I know it's you) It's Dave. You submitted a pretty good looking resume with us yesterday, here at "Dogs R Fun" and I WAS going to give you the job, but after this sad review regarding your first job, well I see that you aren't ready for grooming Dog's private parts, as is our main focus at Dogs R Fun. Resubmit your resume in a year and maybe I'll change my mind.
Sure hope Anthony never decides to change his mind and try to get back into TV production. Or hope wherever he applies doesn't have the Internet.
ReplyHm. Was that your way of saying you disapprove of this article?
Hm. Was that your way of saying you disapprove of this article?
Being a PA is a terrible job.
ReplyDid you ever see the show where the komodo dragon lunged at the deer and bit at its head, and the deer jerked its head out of the way just in time? i'd watch komodo tv.
Replyanthony layser, you are my hero.
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Sorry, accidental re-post.
I'm sexy people.
My sexy partner is in the other room, asleep. Because I had sex with her. Because I'm sexy people. She isn't rich, but she is sexy people too.
mrpopenfresh, you do realise that the entertainment indsutry isn't exactly like working in a fucking shop? It's brutal, because they know they'll never be short of people who think they'll make it. Good article too, and yes I would happily watch those crazy komodos and their fanciful dreams! I think the Cracked tv show needs to happen, and "Dr. Komodo" should be in episode 1!
ReplyI'm a camera assistant at a TV show... wow... that business really sucks some times. There are times you want to kill your boss for asking you for shitty things... you cant to kill the actors for sucking so bad... you want to kill the catering staff for bringing the same fucking food 6 days a week... Man, that job really gets in your nerves...
Replyhaving a free catered meal everyday is SUCH a pain in the ass.
THOSE f*****g CATERERS
Yeah, well, you seemed like a pretty shitty employee if you couldn't hold down a entry level shit job.
Replywow, sad.
Replygood lesson learned, though
That's why I got out of working in theater: when I realized that I was driving myself crazy and working for 48 hours straight just to mount a production of "Mame" or "No, No Nannette" for less money than a clerk at Best Buy I realized there had to be a better way to make a living.
Replyi would watch any show that has komodo dragons.
Replyplease don't give up.
@ hestartedit
Replyhe said "predominantly manufacturers of festive collectible plates and Elvis figurines." so you can see that it could be any plate and an elvis figurine.
Also, what's so good about Elvis Presley that noone with the same first name is allowed to be referred to as Elvis? It reminds when I was in year 9 and my friends and I all thought this girl was hot and every time we talked about her we would use her full name for some reason. I still don't know why just her first name wasn't enough.
That's an Elvis STOJKO plate. Not Elvis.
ReplyElvis Stojko is Elvis. It's right there in the name.
Good Joke. Everybody Laugh. Roll on Snare Drum. Curtains.
something about whores politicians and gutters.