Hooray For Hollywood

I was a Production Assistant on movies in my early 20s. I was so excited to enter a career in film and was ready for anything. During this time I was asked to do everything from removing stickers from fruit to scoring cocaine for the producer in charge. On one particular afternoon I thought I was going to get fired for sure when I mistakingly served a beef hamburger rather than a veggie patty to a lifelong vegetarian who worked on the film. I was mortified, but honestly had no idea what I was doing as I was here to learn about film rather than work in food service. Working between 12 and 18 hours a day and being under so much pressure and stress, I would make errors here and there and was constantly getting yelled at. One low budget movie in particular was funded by the Mob. The Executive Producer was a roided out guy named Vinnie with a 30-inch neck. I was terrified not only for my job, but for my life. After being threatened to be beat up by a B-list actor I decided this was just not worth it and I got out of movies once and for all.