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| nn | So one of my main
duties at the paper was writing its "Up & Coming" calendar column.
In fact I loved doing it. I was thrilled to be writing.
(Incidentally, before getting this job, I
didn't even know who Ron Jeremy was.) Fast forward a few years. I'm living in NYC. I happen to be looking through job ads when I see Comedy Central is hiring an online copywriter. They're asking for experience I don't have, a lot of it, including previous network experience. They're also asking for comedy writing clips. I figure it's an insane longshot, but I send them my resume. My cover letter opens with, "I used to work for a porn magazine in California. Now I'd like to work for Comedy Central." And I send along a few of these calendars. A lot of the calendar writing I'd done was funny -- at least to me it was. (I'm pretty sure I was the only one who actually read the calendar. ) Looking at these now, a lot seem completely overwritten. But I sent them proudly. Heart in chest. I waited. They called. Seven interviews later I unbelievably got the job. I made some great friends there. I saw The Daily Show. I saw Louise CK do stand-up. I wrote an infinity of one-sentence summaries for an infinity of stand-up comedy clips. I got paid to watch every single AbFab show on DVD and write an online AbFab triva game. Among other things. So the moral of the story is...not sure what it is exactly. Something like "go for it"? Or "believe in yourself"? "Ignore your fear"? They all sound like Nike ads. But something.... |
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