Demotion...

Considering the passive-aggressive nature of this entire office, no one would ever really tell me that I have been demoted into a secretarial position and that the secretary (whom everyone adores because she is the "typical blonde") has basically taken my place.

Today it was more along the lines of..."Oh...PR Minion...why don't you stay and answer phones while Typical Blonde goes to the event that you have actually worked on?"
So basically, the Press Assistant has to stay in the office to answer phones while the Secretary, whose job is to answer phones, gets to frolic with the famous people. I think this is further proof of looks outweighing brains on a grand scale.
I sort of stare in disbelief and ignore the request until a few hours later when my actual boss tells me that I need to stay in my cheap office chair "in case something happens".
In case something happens? I think.
What am I supposed to do "in case something happens" when I'm not even allowed to talk to the Press? I guess I'm supposed to deliver a glorified message, that only I, being the ever so exalted "Press Assistant", can deliver.

One would think that if I am forced to "be present" for 12 hours a day in this office, that I would at least get more out of it than the 3 pounds I have gained in 2 weeks because of being so exhausted once I get to the gym at 8 o'clock at night that I can only burn about 100 calories on the elliptical machine while the trim Typical Blondes who sweated their Diet Cokes away at 5:30 are out drinking their late night dinners with attractive men...probably their bosses.

Although in my case, "attractive" is hardly a term that can be applied to my boss.