Today's story about Harvey Weinstein's financial bind-which would explain why the film producer is even more obnoxious than usual-reminded a Gawker commenter of a story. An acquaintance of Cajunboy took an internship at Miramax when the Disney mini-studio was still run by the Weinstein brothers. The intern managed to avoid the legendarily monstrous boss-until one fateful day.
When he noticed who the passenger was that was exiting the car, [redacted] said that he became nervous and turned his head and eyes to the ground as Weinstein approached the entrance to the building. Suddenly he noticed that weinstein's steps had ceased. he looked up to find Weinstein standing there just staring at him.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I work for you. I'm an intern."
"Oh yeah. Well what's your name?"
"My name is [redacted] sir."
"Really? Well guess what [redacted]? from now on I'm going to call you Fuckface."
And with that, weinstein turned and walked into the building. But throughout the course of [redacted]'s remaining time interning at Miramax, Weinstein was true to his word.
"For the rest of the time that I was there, Harvey called me Fuckface. I would pass him in the hall and he'd say 'what's going on Fuckface?' Once I was in the elevator and he stepped on with other people and he introduced me to everyone with him as Fuckface."
[Cajun Boy In The City]