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Week 5: Airstream Trailers and Massage a-Go-Go's
Original Air Date: 2/17/05
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And so she is. She steps right up to be project manager for Net Worth. “A lot of those college grads are so by the book, pencil-necked geeks. We’re going to destroy them.” Strong words, woman. Hope you can back them up.
Over at Team Magna, Bren Olswanger volunteers to be leader. He tosses around ideas that just get groans and eye rolls. “A mobile internet café of some sorts? What about something that focuses on kids?” He explains to us with exasperation, “There seems to be an apparent lack of creativity among the members of Magna when it comes to brainstorming. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that everyone here has a college degree.” People, let’s stop pointing the finger at the diploma. I’m not convinced that college grads can’t be creative just because they have an education. I just think that the producers purposely picked college grads that happen to suffer a tad in the personality department to create that disparity.
The concept of a mobile massage parlor comes up. I’ll say right now, I had that same idea the second Trump introduced the task. I’m no out-of-the-box thinker myself, but I would also never audition for The Apprentice where it’s expected of me every day.
Stephanie sneers that similar ventures in malls do very little business. “I want you to tell me now why it’s a bad idea and not in the boardroom,” Bren hedges. She plays with her ear, “I don’t see the average American getting a massage.” Because the people walking on the streets of Manhattan are no different than the average American.
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Still, Magna pulls it together and scores a Spa Chick (their name, not mine) to provide the massage services for them. Bren takes Alex Thomason and Kendra Todd to the warehouse and leaves behind Michael, Erin, and Stephanie to handle marketing. Michael, the “Man of the Solo Idea That He Won’t Let Go Of,” insists on the name “Massage a-Go-Go.” Over, and over, and over again.
Erin vents her irritation to us: “I have not seen Michael do anything but open his big fat mouth, saying the stupidest crap that did not matter. And it’s really hurting us.” I can’t help wonder, if it’s really hurting them that bad, why can’t she just say it to his face, rather than shaking her shoulders at him and giggling, “You’re a chauvinist a-go-go.” Because dudes like Michael just take that as flirting. Hell, the Pope would take that as flirting.
Whoops, I just paused the screen on Stephanie making the nastiest pinchy face ever. Thin-lipped people scare me a little.
Trump’s lesson this week: Instinct. “I’ve always felt my best deals are made with my instinct. Not anything else. With my instinct.” He sorta illustrates his point in a media interview, as he brags about how his new building is the greatest one in Chicago. Bill Rancic looks on, grinning as if he belongs here. The man doesn’t get much opportunity to speak, but I will admit he’s got gloriously white teeth.
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You’re a chauvinist a-go-go.
