Hollywood Failure

Tom Weaver hates being an assistant. Oh, boy, does he hate it. "e;The Fever"e; (as he calls himself for some reason, delusions of grandeur maybe) is fresh out of an east coast film school, and transplanted to Los Angeles to begin his quest of becoming The World's Greatest Comedy Writer. He lands employment on "e;Adult Cartoon,"e; one of the hottest programs on network television, and literally his favorite. Except it's as a lowly Production Assistant. Well, this changes everything. PA work is a goddamn nightmare. Soul-shattering. Tom thought he knew what being an assistant entailed, but he did NOT anticipate the toll it would take on him. Deep-seated insecurities stemming from a terrible childhood start to bubble to the surface, and soon he's letting the degrading nature of the work define him as a person. I mean, maybe he IS no better than the guy who schleps coffee, picks up menstrual cramp pads for the lead actress, or gets the same sandwich five times in a three hour span because the producer "e;wasn't ready to eat it."e;Will Tom be able to overcome his crippling insecurities and become one of the greatest comedy writers of all time? No, he won't. Sorry for the spoiler. Instead he drinks too much, becomes psychologically impotent with women, and nearly goes bankrupt restoring a rare electric vehicle from 1981 called a ComutaCar.