Intel just heard that Leighton Meester, a.k.a. Blair, is looking for a personal assistant: “She needs someone ‘uber-organized and hypersensitive’ and located in New York,” says our sourcelet. Exciting! However, we don’t think that “hypersensitive” in this case means should have feelings of your own, at least not the kind that can be hurt. Like, for instance, to present a totally hypothetical situation, if one day you had to call Leighton’s manager’s office in L.A.(310-526-0320) just to check out some totally innocent information about something that you clearly have made a big point of saying that you love, and some snotty assistant who answers the phone snaps, “I don’t see how that’s NEWSWORTHY,” then you probably shouldn’t get so upset that you slam down the phone and yell to no one in particular, “THAT’S WHY NO ONE MADE YOU A JOURNALIST, BITCH,” and tear off your headband and throw it across the office while bursting into loud, liquidy sobs. If you happened to get into such a situation.
