This lady makes Miranda Priestly aka “the dragon lady” from The Devil Wears Prada, look tame. NYMag.com’s The Cut published a segment called, “I Was a Hollywood Personal Assistant,” described on the site as, “one longtime personal assistant’s story of her time working for a Hollywood household name.”
Here are a few of the most outrageous excerpts from the article. Imagine if your boss asked you to…
Break up with her boyfriend, for her:
She said, “Oh, we’re done making a movie together; it’s not really going to work; I’m sort of seeing somebody else. Could you just tell him to back off and leave me alone?” And she said this over the phone, over Christmas…So, that’s what I did. You would think sending a text is the worst—no. Sending your assistant to break up with him is the worst. He had no idea it was coming, either, which was sad.
Leave your family and attend to her every whim; including taking her to a palm reader and telling you it’s her therapist:
Once I got called in as an emergency because she said, “I need to see my therapist.” So I had to leave my family and drive over and pick her up, because she was like, “After therapy, I can’t drive.” So she’s in with the therapist, and I’m sitting there in the car, reading, and I remember seeing the therapist’s name—but she wasn’t a therapist…She was a palm reader. She was a palm reader that we got a discount for in the gift bag at an awards show. She was a psychic.
Maybe smuggle a couple drugs on an airplane without your knowledge:
Once when we went to a film festival, I flew out early so I could lay out the clothes she would wear. When she got in, she was like, “Did you get my stuff?” What stuff? “Oh, I put some stuff in your bag.” Oh my God, I went on a f***ing plane carrying drugs for you? I could have gotten arrested! You could have at least told me so I knew what I was doing, and put it in the bag that’s not checked!…At least ask and say, “Hey, do you mind carrying for me?” Not that I would have said no, but at least I could have put it in a concealed location.
Hmm..this story seems crazy. Maybe too crazy to be true? It wouldn’t be the first time someone has made up an exaggerated story about a celebrity they knew for a little bit of press. But then again, it was completely anonymous. If they wanted the press, wouldn’t they have given the celeb’s name?
Who do you think is the (obviously neurotic) household name?