Dropped out of NYU Grad. Film School (1980). Worked on independent movies until I went broke. With no money coming in, took a typing test. Was placed at large PR firm. They offered me steady work. I became first male secretary.
For the first time in my life, I become so depressed that I seek out psychiatric help.
I stay at PR firm for about a year. What I remember best – how kind the “real” secretaries were to me. I was the fifth in the group of five secretaries and when they saw how awful it was for me to be a “servant” to bosses who were younger than me: Dave, we have a meeting with the client at 10:15. Make sure we’ve got bagels and coffee. You know – the usual thing.”
It was easy enough to order the platter. Or have the in-house staff make it up. But I found it difficult to walk into the conference room and “serve.” Sometimes, one of the other secretaries (Marla or Trish) would do this for me. Or give me some tip that I needed to know.
This picture wasn’t of any of the secretaries in my group. Though as the time machine continues to go backwards, I will turn up some of those as well.