One of the reason I was able to move to New York City was because I was extended an offer to work for a magazine publication in Midtown. I was super excited because not only would this allow me to live in New York, but also have a full time job at a great company. It was the perfect way to get my foot in the door. That being said, I was the Office Coordinator. One of my responsibilities included arranging transportation for company employees and visitors. So on my second day of work, I was tasked with arranging a car for Michael Cera.
If you aren’t already familiar, Michael Cera was the affable boyfriend of Ellen Page’s character in the indie film Juno. He later starred in a number of films including Super Bad, Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, and This is the End. They feature one variation or another of an genial, overtly awkward young man trying to stumble through life one foot at a time. Anyway, it was a lovely Tuesday evening (like I said, my second day of work) and an editor requested that I arrange a car for Michael Cera (under a pseudonym of course) from his apartment the next morning at 10AM. Got it! From him home apartment, to…
Hmm, to where I wonder. To where indeed! At the time, I hadn’t thought to ask him for an exact address. I was under the assumption that I would arrange a car for Mr. Cera from his apartment to our office. That was the only logical course of action I could think of. And so I did just that. Being the responsible individual I am, I forwarded the car confirmation email to the editor and from there, everything was set.
Wednesday morning comes and the editor double checks to make sure the car situation is taken care of. Of course it is, man! So I’m at my desk, chillin’ but not chillin’ because there was a lot to learn and I was actually quite busy. But for the sake of this story, I was chillin’. I was looking down at my computer when I hear someone say “hi” at the desk window. I look up and there you have him, Michael Cera. He was visibly just as humble and awkward as he seemed in all his films. So being the perfect Office Coordinator I was, I asked him to sign in (LOL). He obliges and then comes in the office to have a seat. I shoot an email to the editor letting him know Michael was CHILLIN in the office, feeling mighty proud of myself. I offer Michael some water and tell him to take a magazine or four – you know however many he wanted. And then I go back to my area.
5 minutes later, the editor approaches me in what I can only describe as a semi-crazed frenzy and asks me, “why is Michael Cera here?!??!?” Well that was clearly a confusing question directed at me. Of course he’s here. I had the car pick him up. So the editor starts panicking, goes over to Michael, and I see him apologizing. It turns out, Michael Cera was supposed to be a photoshoot in Brooklyn… where he lives. Not our office in Midtown. For those of you unfamiliar with New York City boroughs, let’s just say I took him way out of the way and if his photoshoot was at 11AM, and he was sitting in our Midtown office at 11:15AM… that was bad.
So I apologized to the editor and helped him figure out how to get a cab downstairs so that he and Michael could hightail it back to Brooklyn for the cover shoot.
If you ask me, I think I made an excellent first impression.