Thursday, July 15, 2010

new job

So I've finally secured myself a fulltime job. I'm a production coordinator for College Humor in their orignal videos department. Basically, I sit at a computer and email people and wait for them to email me back. I cast actors and acquire permits. I order large quantities of food for the crew, which has been working out pretty well, and which I attribute to my previous experiences working in fast food. Sometimes I attend meetings and carry a little briefcase thing.

We work in this gigantic building by the Chelsea Piers called IAC. It contains many other companies, including Vimeo and Busted Tees. Here's what it looks like:

Our building is the little brown one.

Just kidding! The windows are $100,000 apiece.

People seem to think that College Humor is a great place to work. Why:
-It's run mostly by dudes
-There's almost no one employed here older than 29
-No one takes themselves seriously, and almost the entire staff performs in the vidoes, often as exagerrated forms of themselves
-The interns are treated as equals to the employees
-Nerf guns are everywhere and most of our days are filled by watching viral videos on Youtube.

Everyone has a Tumblr. Here are some of them:

Scam Machine: My own, which I've been updating more regularly than this blog lately (though I still prefer Blogger).

Oh Yeah! Bennett Wilson: Dedicated to our eccentric production manager Bennett Wilson, who's recently taken on the hobby of building the world's largest things.

A Different Thing is My Dick: Adam Newman features different things as his dick.

I'd admittedly never watched a CH video before getting hired, but now that I'm paid to be here, I've gotta say their shit is kind of great--and not just because I'm paid to be here. (Only partially.) Here are some recent sketches I've especially liked:

That last one was just critiqued by political savant Bill O'Reilly:

In summation: I've worked for free. I've worked for psychologically abusive tyrants. I've worked with cynics who hate the meaningless content they must produce day in and day out. Now I'm working in a place that has the talking statue from Legends of the Hidden Temple.


  1. There's no way to keep this from possibly sounding slightly creepy... so, er, sorry.

    This is Anna, the girl who lived down the street from you on Priscilla Lane, longer ago than I care to think. The other day I thought, "Oh, man, I wonder how Sam is doing? I think she was studying some kind of filmstuff or something last I heard." So I Googled and found your new website, which led me here.

    Which is a long-winded way of saying hi! And well done on the job, of course.


    I'm flattered you thought of me enough to look me up! You're the best memory I have of my time at Priscilla Lane, besides sneaking into the Holiday Inn Express pool. How's your family and stuff? If you don't want to get personal here, feel free to email me at


  3. Congrats on the new job, though I see this is filed under old news... I hope you still have it once you get this comment--if not, it's their loss.

  4. I do, John! Thanks, it's appreciated. Hope the summer is treating you right.