Monday, September 29, 2008

Wackos we have hired

Today’s topic is nutty secretaries that my partner and I have had. Yes, the more politically correct term is “writers’ assistant” but the less p.c. and more accurate description of them is fucking loons.

Back in the day, studio secretaries were hired by the head of the steno pool. And those people were usually the craziest. So it only stood to reason that they would hire other fruitcakes. Producers then had their pick of the damaged litter.

Note: the names have been changed to protect the insane, er… innocent.

We had Carol who was into the occult. She would play new age music and stand on her head in our outer office. Perfect for greeting guests. The way my partner and I work, we dictate our scripts to our secretary so obviously she has to be in the room. Frequently we’d be silent, trying to come up with a line, and Carol would just start randomly chuckling. We asked what was so funny and she’d say, “I’m just imagining the great joke you’re going to come up with.”

Alas, one day she was having lunch outside the commissary during a gale force windstorm and a tree branch hit her in the head. She went on sick leave and was never heard from again.

Liz used to put her head down on the table during those lulls when David and I were thinking of a line, and she’d fall asleep.

Perky Bonnie, on her first day, asked if she could have a longer lunch break because she had an abortion scheduled for noon.

Poor Gina had her Porsche impounded by the FBI. Seems she had purchased a stolen car. This, after they were about to arrest her.

There’s sometimes “good” crazy and that was Ellen. She was 30, very attractive, and came in one day to ask what we thought of the nude pictures of herself she had a photographer take. Ellen was a keeper!

Carrie and some other secretaries had a little competition going. Who could sleep with the studio president first? Carrie came in third.

One day we asked Marianne to let us proofread the script we were writing one more time before she distributed it. She said, “Y’know, up until now I’ve been very patient with you guys.”

Donny regaled us with stories of being tied up in a famous celebrity’s basement dungeon. (No, I won’t tell you who… or the address… or how long he was tied up.)

And then there’s Sarah. Sarah lived in an apartment in Brentwood. Her parakeet got out of its cage and perched on a nearby tree. So Sarah did the sensible thing, what anyone would do. She called the studio and asked for a stunt man to be dispatched immediately. I get a call at home asking if I’d approve the $20,000 that would be charged to me. The stunt man was put on hold. So was Sarah.

Fortunately, we also had some great secretaries along the way and we will forever be in their debt. Ruth Horne (these are their real names), the incomparable Lana Lewis, and the late Sue Herring, who I still miss each and every day.

13 comments:

michael said...

This is a totally lame first comment to leave, but I just wanted to let you know in your last story the character's name changes from Sarah to Carrie.
I enjoy your blog very much though.

Anonymous said...

OMG... Perky Bonnie.

I have no words.

Weird. I've never been shocked into silence like this. I'm speechless.

WTF confides that to her bosses??

Stacey

Dr. Leo Marvin said...

I think I've been married to a couple of those women.

Jason said...

Sounds like the Nails "88 Lines About 44 Women".

KEN LEVINE said...

Oops. Thanks Michael. Have made the correction. I need a good secretary.

JSWN said...

Let's hear it for the wackos!

LOVE it.

D. McEwan said...

My literary idol, Patrick Dennis (Actually Edward Everett Tanner III) also wrote his great comic novels by dictating them to secrataries while he paced about his penthouse with a Balantine Ale in one hand, stopping periodically to always ask, "Do you think its any good?"

The dedication of his most famous book, the masterpiece AUNTIE MAME, which was on the New York Times Best Seller List for 112 weeks, and which every literate human should read, is: "To the worst manuscript typists in New York, V.V. and Mme A."

It is now known that V. V. was Vivian Kardaras and "Mme A." was Elaine Pulakos Adam. Fans of Dennis's supreme masterpiece, LITTLE ME, know Elaine Adam as "Magdelena Montezuma," the arch-rival of the book's "Heroine." Belle Poitrine.

Tallulah Morehead said...

Nice of your ex-secrataries to leave all those links!

ugtv.org said...

I'm so glad you gave a shout out to the sane ones at the end. If I was Lana, I'd be mad if only the crazies got a mention.

Cathy Krasnianski said...

What a great idea for a sitcom. You could call it "The Pool"!

Vic said...

How about, as a running gag, your protagonist has a different wacky secratary every week? It will work!

Waht? Murphy who?

Damn!

xjill said...

Just out of curiosity, what are the 3 characteristics that made Lana, Ruth and Sue great secretaries? I ask because I'm going to be hiring one soon!

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