If I’m not as familiar as the first two bloggers on this site (if you even recognize us at all) it’s because a little over half a year ago, I was pretty much just like one of you dear readers, a fella who could only imagine what goes on behind the scenes of my favorite magazine.
To me, the magazine staff were man-gods residing atop Mount FHM, impassively staring down at us while naked women frolic around them. I also had just graduated, so I obviously had a lot of free time to imagine things. But even my idle imagination couldn’t have foreseen what would happen after I clicked on my Jobstreet application to FHM.
Long story short, I landed an editorial assistant job, completing the POWER E.A. TRIO of FHM (with resident hipster Anton and Mich “The Broob”). Suddenly, I am staring at bare flesh in the flesh and being paid to write about it.
And now, a picture of the POWER E.A. TRIO being paid to eat ice cream
IS IT THE BEST JOB ON EARTH? YOU BET!!
So guys, it was nice talking but I have to go hang out in a Jacuzzi with some models now. Booty calls!
Said no one ever.
You see, being the youngest in the bunch, I had some catching up to do with my olde–err, wiser officemates. One of the things I learned was that it’s not really the ultimate dream job. We’re still normal people, and racecar drivers or jet pilots probably have more fun. And women.
Now don’t get me wrong, it is fun, but sometimes it is honestly more fun to read the finished product than go through the arduous process required to make it. You guys aren’t missing out.
Or are you?
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