No, no Hollywood story here! This was a music distribution warehouse that was in a gritty industrial hub of central Jersey ... now, there are at least two very good stories I can tell about my temp assignment there, doing data entry - here's one:
Temp secretary - I go in wearing my wool plaid skirt and sweater, and --
I look like I fell off the bus from Iowa, actually, instead of being a Jersey girl ;) because even the women in there 50s dress like an MTV video ;) .... My immediate supervisor, who is male, takes one look at me and - besides instructing me in what exactly I have to type into the computer - gives me one, Don't Break THIS!, rule: On Friday, when my time card has to be signed, never EVER go to his office ... he will come to my desk.
Sure, pal, whatever you say ....
This is a fairly long assignment ... and ... for almost a month of Friday's, he appears at my desk, smiles, thanks me for my work, and signs my timecard. And then --
There is this particular Friday he doesn't show. Oh, he's there in the company ... but he doesn't show. And I'm getting antsy, for two reasons: IT'S FRIDAY! and - the temp agency is only open so late, and I doubt he wants to pay overtime, so - LET'S GO!
So I start to ask around ... and I'm pointed into this long, rectangular room, which is somewhat storage (i.e. that's how I learned who The Nine Inch Nails were) and somewhat cubicles - "he's at the very end, hon" ....
I walk back there - and I can see him, sitting in his chair, yakking on the phone - and into his office, and --
Wall to wall nudie photos, and not all from magazines, either - some were obviously personal shots, a few of the up and coming (pun intended!) female stars, which they had ever so graciously signed to him!!!
"Excuse me" I started to say
He dropped the phone, and went bright red, and choked and stammered, and
I FELT LIKE HIS MOTHER ;)~~~~
He was always there EARLY on Friday, after that ;)