There is one thing I have learned since my time in Hollywood: The phrase, "You never know who you are going to run into" is an understatement.

At work, I like to play a game called, Who in the hell is going to walk off the elevator next? It's actually one of my favorite tasks as an intern...to escort people from the elevator and into a meeting room. The funnest part of it all is when the assistants give me the task they usually don't tell me who or what television elitists is going to walk off that elevator. All I can do to prepare is to stand by the elevators, with parking validation stickers in hand and wear my best smile...a smile that runs solely on coffee.

So there I was, standing in the lobby, wondering what elevator the guests who I needed to greet would come out of.  It's awkward because I always greet the wrong group of people. Usually, I accidentally greet the employees from accounting who are coming back from lunch.

"Hi folks! Right this way," I say cheerfully.

"We work here," one of the guys says as he shoots me a dirty look.

On this particular day, I didn't greet the wrong group of people because as soon as this woman and four other guys stepped off the elevator, I knew they meant business. The woman's name was Sally, that was the only piece of information I got from one of the assistants. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears and they matched with her diamond neckless that looked like it was strapped on a bit too tight around her neck.

Her skirt and blazer looked as if it came from a store display from New York City's fashion avenue.

"Hi Sally, right this way please," I said as I directed them towards the meeting room.

I started small talk with one of the men. Even though I was just outside for lunch, I asked him how the weather was holding up. I have to figure out another small talk question because everyone always gives me the same god damn Southern California answer, "Sunny and hot."

Once they were all seated in the pitch room I asked for their parking garage tickets.

"Did you guys all carpool and take a mini van here or did you all drive in separate cars," I asked. They of course laughed so I continued as they all handed me separate parking tickets.

"You each drove here separately? What? Do you not like each other," more laughs. "See this is what I don't understand about LA...why no one here carpools with each other. Getting to use the carpool lane seems well worth it to me," I kept going a bit more as I spoke my mind.

"I like you, what's your name," Sally asked as she pointed her finger and squinted her eyes. She hadn't said anything this whole time.

"My name is Christine Ryan," I said as I extended my hand to shake hers. "But don't worry, I'm just an intern...you don't have to remember my name."

"You shouldn't say that," she said, still squinting and waving her finger at me. I wondered if she was going to talk to the executives like this in the meeting. "I love interns. We all have to start somewhere."

"Very true miss, I guess we all do have to start somewhere" I said politely.

"I like how your not afraid to talk," Sally said in what sounded like a Brooklyn accent. Why is it that  business people always come up with an accent in the middle of a conversation?

"You know what Christine, I really like you. I want to get you a job when you graduate," Sally said as she reached inside her pocket to pull out her business card.

I didn't know what to say. No one had been that up front about offering me a job. I didn't even know what the woman did for work but she must be successful if she can afford all those diamonds. She slapped her business card down on the table.

"Give me a call when you graduate kid. I would love to have you on my team."

I was in shock but I took the business card and thanked numerous times. By the look of the other men's faces in the room, I could tell that she didn't just hand out her business cards to no one.

I walked away from that room relieved. I got offered my first job! I went right over to the assistant who asked me to escort Sally into the room.

"What does that woman, Sally, do for work," I asked her.

"You don't know what that woman does," the assistant asked in shock. I shook my head. "She's the creator of Jersey Shore. She runs one of the most successful reality television companies in town."

I went back to my desk and sat down. Jersey Shore...not my favorite show but damn with those high ratings, I would love to work on a show like that! I still couldn't believe it; my first job offer from a legitimate production company. I was going to make it. Everything thing was going to be ok. No more worrying about my future, where I will go when I graduate, if I will get a job. I had an in.

A couple days later, I sent Sally a very lovely email saying how it was a pleasure meeting her and that I would love to set up a meeting with her. Since she gave me her business card with her email address, I knew she would get this email. I had my mother read over the message to make sure there were no mistakes, and finally, I hit send. Even if she wrote back that she didn't have time to meet, I decided that I didn't have to see the production office to accept the job offer. I could just meet her when I moved out here in May and start working.

From the moment I hit send, until now, three and a half months later, I'm still waiting for a response. She promised me a job...I have faith that people who work in Hollywood hold onto every promise they make because why would anyone make a promise they wouldn't keep? So every night, before I go to bed, I pour myself a cup of milk and check my email and think maybe she got into a horrible accident and as soon she gets better, she will email me back.