Yeh, well, I guess I was lucky. The job lasted 10 weeks during the summer,
so it never really got boring. There were bunnies in the elevator at least a
couple
of times a day, but I only saw them a couple of times a week. I did have a
lot
of friends who kept coming over. Also, the building looks out over the L.A.
basin. For some reason, they gave me an office! And, the office had an
amazing
view. I could see all the way from Hollywood to the LAX and beyond. The job
it self was mostly compiliing stats for Car Craft Magazine. I did get to go
down
to the track a couple of times with the photographer.

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"Frank Maier" wrote in message
om...
"Jonathan Ganz" wrote:
I used to work in the Playboy building in L.A. when I was in highschool.
I
used to invite my friend over while I was a work to ride up and down in
the
elevator. Every once in a while, one of the bunnies got on. It was worth
it
to spend a couple of hours riding up and down. :-)

The summer of my senior year in college my band was hired to play at
the New Orleans Playboy Club. Boy! Were we excited to score that gig!
And the first coupla weeks were totally cool! After that, however, the
luster wore off and it was a really boring job.

Perception is everything. Kinda.

On Sun, 3 Oct 2004 10:52:57 -0700, "Jonathan Ganz"
wrote this crap:

Yeh, well, I guess I was lucky. The job lasted 10 weeks during the summer,
so it never really got boring. There were bunnies in the elevator at least a
couple
of times a day, but I only saw them a couple of times a week. I did have a
lot
of friends who kept coming over. Also, the building looks out over the L.A.
basin. For some reason, they gave me an office! And, the office had an
amazing
view. I could see all the way from Hollywood to the LAX and beyond. The job
it self was mostly compiliing stats for Car Craft Magazine. I did get to go
down
to the track a couple of times with the photographer.


You spent your time at the Playboy Club looking out the window, and
you dated a photographer. Too gay for us.





Pathetic Earthlings! No one can save you now!

Horass never heard of female photographers I guess. Apparently,
he has significant reading comprehension problems also.

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www.sailnow.com

"Horvath" wrote in message
...
On Sun, 3 Oct 2004 10:52:57 -0700, "Jonathan Ganz"
wrote this crap:

Yeh, well, I guess I was lucky. The job lasted 10 weeks during the summer,
so it never really got boring. There were bunnies in the elevator at least
a
couple
of times a day, but I only saw them a couple of times a week. I did have a
lot
of friends who kept coming over. Also, the building looks out over the
L.A.
basin. For some reason, they gave me an office! And, the office had an
amazing
view. I could see all the way from Hollywood to the LAX and beyond. The
job
it self was mostly compiliing stats for Car Craft Magazine. I did get to
go
down
to the track a couple of times with the photographer.


You spent your time at the Playboy Club looking out the window, and
you dated a photographer. Too gay for us.





Pathetic Earthlings! No one can save you now!