  Last summer I read the book, The Devil Wears Prada, which was about this recent college graduate who wanted to make it in the magazine business and started working for this rude editor at a magazine named Runway .
(Though a lot of people believe it was based on an editorial assistant's job at Vogue , but that's hush hush. ) At this job, the editorial assistant was given many duties - none having to do with what her hard earned degree from NYU earned her.
She was asked to go get coffee, interview nannies for the Editor in Chief's kids, wrap Christmas gifts and a bunch of other personal things, not related to the magazine business. Thinking this would get her a good letter of recommendation to later leave and work for National Geographic, she put up with it. Anyway, last summer I interned at a local Florida magazine, where my devil wore Channel, from her eye glasses down to her 5 inch, leopard print heels. My job there consisted of menial interviews, transcribing, answering phones, coffee (at times) and gathering images and info for the stories the writers were working on.
It seemed like heaven compared to the job described in the book I was reading at the time. But today....Today at my job, where I work in PR for FIU, my co-worker, who has somewhat of a boss status, but can never tell me what to do w/o my boss' consent, is stressing out.
This lady stresses out for everything! You tell her she has a phone call from a station, and although she's great at what she does, she might run around the office in a frenzy before getting down to it. Well, we have a huge event coming up next week so obviously she is completely stressed out! (which we're all aware of because she says it every 5 mins. ) But if she was stressed, you'd think she'd be at her comp. pounding at the keys getting it done.
She is, but at times she's just chismiando with the rest of them. Anyways, she comes up to me and says, "Michelle can I ask you for a favor and you won't hate me? It's that I have a lot of work to do. " I say "ok what do you need? " "Can you take my daughter downstairs to get a sandwhich. " ME:"uumm sure I guess" Her: "Ok but she has to go soon. " So just to aggrivate her a little I wait 45 mins.
bc now she has interrupted my plans to go eat w/ my co-worker frineds. But I managed to still eat with them. The question here is: Why the fuck do we do this stupid shit at work, only to think it'll get us ahead? Why don't we notice it doesn't get us ahead one bit! Yes we have to serve our 'dues', just like everyone else before us has. But make me pay my damn dues with something work related. Make me do stupid calls, not get your daughter lunch!
Is it take your bratty daughter to work day? HELLO NO! The girl comes every day like if this is a day care! Argh.. why does this slightly bother me? No idea... but this devil wears... uumm Old Navy? I don't even know where it's from. But yes.. til when must I be paying these stupid so called dues everyone keeps telling me about? It's been 2 years and I feel like I'm backtracking instead of going forward. FRUSTRATION! What will my next Devil have on? 
