While I was in New York for that med school interview I got an email from an old boss begging me to come back and help them out for a couple weeks. Their assistant had developed a mysterious "medical emergency" and was quitting with no notice.

Now I'm back working for a woman I like personally, but but is ... somewhat... difficult. And it's strange, because I have the same deja vu-y feeling I had while I was in New York: I know this used to be my life, but I can barely remember who I was back then. In New York I was trying to figure out if I could do it all again (the subway, the cold weather, the crowds, the apartment living)... in this job I'm just trying to figure out how I can get the hell outta there ASAP. How much did I have to hate myself to do this job every day? No wonder I smoked so much pot!

Yesterday she tasked me with making a list of all the major female characters who appear in a certain producer's filmography. She wanted pithy little descriptions of each character, and she wanted them in like twenty minutes. I'm sorry, but who has anything to say about Winona Ryder in Reality Bites? I tried to skip her and talk about Garofalo, but the boss was having none of it.

Winona (Leilani Pierce -- class valedictorian, making a documentary about her slacker friends). "But who was she? What made her interesting? Do you understand what I'm asking for?" Yeah, but, uhm, she wasn't really interesting. She looked cute.

And Rene Russo in Get Shorty? Please. "Just google the movie." She thinks Google is some magical instrument that can read your mind, not realizing that for that to work some lonely sad sack would have to be on the other end writing mini bios for Bette Midler's character in Drowning Mona and Kate Hudson's in Skeleton Key. Such a pointless, silly task. I tried to just not do it, but that didn't go very well.

Please God, please let me get into medical school.