"Hey, Jerry. They in?" I asked the production coordinator when I came in.
"No, ho, ho!" he shot back. Poor Jerry gets the brunt of it. I only have Bylleās job to do. He has to do all the ogreās jobs while they went and "did" lunches and actresses.
The episode with Tammy was a bad omen. I was lonely. She was cute. SHE was flirting with ME for godās sake. As I opened up the wardrobe office, I swore I wouldnāt get caught in anymore crap.
I was tagging the wardrobe when TJ, the director, walked in -- mousse in his thinning hair, sock in his basket, head up his butt. "Hey there pretty lady," he crooned, and stood by my desk.
"Hi."
"I have an idea," he declared.
"Really?" I asked. "Whoād you steal it from?" He laughed. He thought it was a joke.
"You need to have dinner with me."
Youāve got to be kidding, I thought. "Please, itās too early for me to be vomiting."
"Iām serious," he said -- seriously. "I think youāre very attractive and talented; I can help you." Am I hearing what Iām hearing?
"TJ, does the name Anita Hill ring a bell? Or perhaps the term sexual harassment?"
"Yeah, yeah. But you deserve to be more than running clothes. Weāll go out, have a good time. Iāve got plans for you." He sidled up to me, pressing me towards the wardrobe rack, but I stepped out of his reach.
"No, TJ. Iām not your type," I said, trying very hard to be polite. Heās my boss, right?
He stepped around and closed the door. This was getting ridiculous. "Youāre exactly my type. Youāre exciting...challenging...adventurous." This guy made the word adventurous sound dirty.
I tried to open the door, but he stepped in front of me. "Iām gay and you know it. Are you gonna force me to make you to crawl back to the rock you came from?"
"Aw come on, Frannie. Be nice. I want to get to know you better. After all, weāll be working really long hours side by side." As he said this, he stepped forward.
"No," I said, and let him have it: a knee in the crotch, and a shot to the stomach. It was like punching the Pillsbury Doughboy.
When I talked to Bylle, I explained that I wouldnāt have hit him if not for the ćFrannieä comment. Who wants to work over the holidays anyway?
