Sunday, January 22, 2006

Lost Years Part Deux

After taking a degree in Comparative Mendacity at UNC, I took a three-week class at
Planned Parenthood of Orange County and received a certificate in family planning. Once I got to California, I managed to convince a number of key people that my family planning certificate was actually a license to practice family therapy. That is how I became a Hollywood marriage counselor. I took a job at a big marriage counseling firm called Goldman, Sachsen, Bosch and Gauche. I was part of the team that worked on the Tom Cruise/Nicole Kidman file. That was our biggest case for a while and we put a lot of resources into it. I remember many late nights, scarfing Chinese take-out, and brain storming with some of the sharpest minds in the business in an all-out effort to keep Tom and Nicole together. The work was so intense that we went on teamwork and leadership retreats every couple of months or so. It was like the Manhattan Project, with a black budget and everything. As the scope of the project went spiraling out of control, the folks at corporate came to their senses. They farmed it out to another firm and broke up the team. I was demoted to deputy secretary of Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie. I was supposed to convince members of Angelina’s family to convince Angelina not to adopt that Cambodian baby, as that, we all knew, would run Billy Bob off for good. Well, we all know how that turned out. Shortly after that debacle I left counseling and went to work in Las Vegas.

4 comments:

chall gray said...

I linked you up yo.

chall gray said...

saw your comment on ol Mu-hammed's rant parade. I notice that there is not continuity on his spelling of certain words...

It reminds me of discussing a piece of literature in class the other day that was written by Gish Jen. At one point two immigrant workers from China left a note (context isn't imp.) in their broken English, replete with fucked up spelling.

This one girl in class, who Asian-American, made the point that if it were really a note written by an immigrant the misspelled words would have been different, and she gave examples of certain words and why.

Moral: do your homework if you wanna retain street cred, yo.

chall gray said...

By the way,
Tristam Shandy looked like a weighty tome; I'm having enough trouble getting through Sartre's ramblings about Existentialism. Not too mention the Baudelaire, Blaise Cendrars, D.H. Lawrence, John Fowles, Robert Walser, Haruki Murakami, Ginsberg, and Yukio Mishima books (among others) that I've bought this week.

You can give me the highlights of the hundred pages you read...or maybe you already have.

Toby Gray said...

I thought his spelling was pretty consistant. His last post "I save my uncles store" is pretty unbelievable. I think his stories are pretty compelling, especially the one about visiting the morgue. Ya just never know what is gonna happen next with that crazy dude! I plan to leave another comment about the magic banannas someday soon.