Allow me to introduce myself.

Why hello, blogger world.

If you are reading this it is probably because you, like myself, are a fellow bottomfeeder, or perhaps it is because you are old and wrinkly and have chosen to relive those glory years back in the day when you were first trying to find a job in this gloriously insane industry we call entertainment.

Allow me to introduce myself...Stacy Spielberg at your service.  

No, I'm not related to the god himself Mr. Steven Spielberg, although that would be incredibly awesome.  Actually my name isn't Spielberg at all, but I'm dedicating this blog in his name because I find him to be ridiculously cool.  And my first name isn't Stacy either; I just chose that name in an attempt at creating some spunky, alliterative name, although I'm beginning to realize my choice is neither creative nor spunky.  But whatever, that's not really the point.

What IS the point is that YOU, my fellow bottomfeeder friend, are reading this.  In fact, this blog is actually dedicated to you (yes YOU!), to give you some assurance that you are not alone in this crazy industry full of pompous producers and overeager assistants who are all vying to either steal your job or keep you from stealing theirs.

What are bottomfeeders?  We’re the lowest of the low, end of the food chain, dregs of a production company.  We are the coffee-getters, the phone answerers, the lunch orderers.  The nameless interns that fix broken copiers.  The recent college grads that can't find jobs and make cold calls to bored receptionists at an endless list of studios.  We are the nobodies that want to be somebodies so we can pick on the nobodies and thus perpetuate this showbiz circle of hell. 

So welcome, fellow bottomfeeder friends.  A few details on myself: I'm a 22 year old recent college grad working as a receptionist at a reality-TV production company.  I do pretty much nothing all day, with the exception of occasionally answering a phone or listening to an abysmally bossy assistant telling me I'm not allowed to pee without telling her where I'm going.

Can’t tell you much more than that – I’m going incognito for this blog, mostly because if my boss ever read this I’d be fired, but also because I’ve always wanted to have a secret identity.  It’s got a sort of superhero-esque quality to it, and really, who doesn’t want to be superhero-esque?

Anyways.  Here’s to you, fellow underdogs of the entertainment world, and I do hope you’ll enjoy this blog, if for anything else to have the sheer pleasure of learning that there’s someone else in the industry who hates being a bottomfeeder just as much as you do.

So ride on, my comrades.  I salute you.