I know not how to say no,

particularly at the nine-to-six. Which is why, for one circumstance a few weeks prior, I found myself flopped in the epicenter of another executive's (Executive 1) sun-drenched oval office overlooking the West LAndscape one afternoontide, hemmed in by hundreds of UPS shipping packages and labels, reams of meticulously crafted official memorandums, and a precariously stacked tower of boxes brimming with DVDs and soundtracks, also known as sublime swag I sorely attempted not to covet. "Helen, can you help me?" his assistant had accosted me harriedly a few hours earlier. "I have to put together 500 promo packages to send out by 4 p.m."

"Sure!" I chirped, as if on reflex. Because when you're an assistant, everyone's your boss. And so, I delegated the following few hours in Executive 1's assistant's aid. Construct a UPS box. Stuff it with a DVD and 2 soundtracks. Squeeze the rose-tinted correspondence strategically within in unabashed view. Seal the box shut. Peel a shipping label. Slap it on the box. And repeat. 500 times. 4 p.m. came and 500 pristine promo packages went. 'Twas just another humdrum task in the world of Tinseltownian assistantship.

Whilst coordinating a pish posh event yesterweek for the senior executives and mishmash of their clients, a G-Chat instant message popped up on my screen. "OMG, I was opening my boss' packages," a dear friend disclosed, "and SHE GOT GLEE SEASON 1 AND SOUNDTRACKS!""From whom?" I inquired unsuspectingly.

"Executive 1," Janice replied.

My jaw plummeted. And I erupted in peals of laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA!" I typed in ferocity. "I PACKED THOSE. 500 OF THEM."

"WOWWWWW, " Janice responded in equal excitement. "WHAT A SMALL WORLD! I JUST UNPACKAGED WHAT YOU PACKAGED!"

What a small world the entertainment industry is, indeed.

'Twas a blog-worthy anecdote, no? Janice thought so, too.