Wow, how did you get that job? I imagine it could have been awesome—or horrible depending on who you had to transcribe, lol.
For a young college girl it was fun even if I didn’t like the star. Casey’s right hand woman was my dad’s patient. She looooved my dad and was always buying him gifts, even me gifts, etc. So she offered the job, which was great except for the one guy who wanted me to come to his house in Studio City to pick up the tapes... He was at least a little less persistent than Weinstein, lol, so I hustled in and out of there quickly each time.
except for the one guy who wanted me to come to his house in Studio City to pick up the tapes... He was at least a little less persistent than Weinstein, lol, so I hustled in and out of there quickly each time.I'm picturing some slob answering the door, wearing a hair-piece and a purposely loose bath robe.
Did you ever have to transcribe someone you couldn't understand, like Ozzy Osbourne or Bob Dylan? You could type anything you wanted :)