The World's Worst Assistant

by Sona Movsesian

It could’ve been when, three months into my job, I was speaking Armenian on the phone with my grandmother and Conan asked if I was arguing with Dracula.

I texted Conan about my dog throwing up and he thought I was talking about myself. (My dog’s name is Oki. I texted Conan, “Oki threw up and shit everywhere,” and he misread the text and thought I had typed out “Okay, I threw up and shit everywhere.”)