Whenever you start to get down in the dumps about whatever your miserable soul-sucking job is, remember, it could always be worse. Compared to, say, a drug smuggler, or elephant handler, or expendable evil henchman, shoveling bloggable content onto the internet day after day doesn’t seem so bad. It reminds me of that old Norm Macdonald bit from SNL years ago. “A US News And World report for best and worst jobs is out…in the worst jobs category, crack whore has lost it’s spot. The new worst job is assistant crack whore.”
But most people plan ahead when it comes to choosing their profession of choice. I’m kind of averse to getting my head bitten off by a dinosaur, so I’m in no hurry to become an alligator wrestler. And you don’t see many applicants standing in line at the assistant crack whore factory trying to get work. Not in this economy anyway.
In a completely unrelated story, a former assistant of Courtney Love has filed a lawsuit against the oft-troubled rock star alleging, among other things, that she was instructed to perform “fraudulent, unlawful, and unethical acts” like hire a computer hacker and send out phoney legal letters.
The Fix has all the sordid details, which you’ll no doubt want to jump right into. Meanwhile, I’m going to go hang my head in shame inside a locked bathroom stall, because I just realized this is the type of thing I do for a living. Also, and I’m just saying, it’s not easy to find an image of Love online to use in a blog post that doesn’t seem like it was deliberately chosen to make her look crazzzzyyyy. Also also just saying just saying, Live Through This? That was the jam.
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