OC

By Joy Lynn Clark

1/27/2026

Back in the day I had lots of jobs.  Another one of my earliest positions was as a junior graphic designer for a design firm.  I did business card layouts and club flyers mostly.  I was still a production student but I had already taken graphic design classes and that was enough to get the job.  After about a month, I decided that the owner just was too cheap.  I was always begging and begging him to pay me.  Turns out, he also had a cell phone shop in the front portion of the office and he was like, “How about this cell phone instead?”.  Which I took and my boyfriend just about died, “Well is he gonna pay the bill?”.  I felt so stupid but, I just wanted something and I did need a phone.  The other person in the print shop was a web designer and he showed me all of his OC branding.  I was pretty impressed by this design graduate that is already doing a whole brand for a company. “ I did the logo, the cards, and this site www…too too hot! But not XXX .com” the senior designer pointed out.  “When do we get paid?”  I questioned.  “I don’t play that sh . . . and he knows  it!” the Sr. Designer snaps and grabs all of his data and throws it into a case and jumps into an old school but still kinda cool looking Vintage Trans AM.

I was struggling to reach my boyfriend and I barely got a call out because I was running out of minutes.  He eventually shows up to the job to pick me up.  “You need to get paid real money!!!”  he points out.  “I think that you should quit if you can’t afford to pay your phone bill” he snaps.  “You are right, I am just gonna have to quit”  I respond.   I quickly got a job doing night club promotions for a couple of local bar owners.  In addition, I worked as a runway and promotional model.

I get booked for another job, this particular time it was for a, “production assistant”.  I was thrilled because I am planning to become a producer and production assistant is better than just model.  I am hoping that it’s a movie like my last one.

I arrive at a nightclub that I have been to a million times and I finally meet the owner of the OC brand.  We walk around the club and he shows me the back room where the talent will do a quick audition after I have copied their IDs and help them fill out their W-2’s etc.  He then points to the stage and mentions that, “This is where the talent for the Booty Shaking Contest will be” and next, he escorts me to my desk near the entrance where they fill out paperwork.  “Unless you want to model?” he questions.  “Oh no, I am in production, I am a writer/producer, so this is the copy machine . . . “I drag on.  “I think you’ve got it.  After you get their paperwork send them to the back room where they can change” he asserts. 

The show was wild, the party was fun and I was glad to do this job.   The owner of OC was cool and he even booked me as an administrative assistant in his Mortgage Brokerage Firm (which is how he makes the real money).

Eventually OC went XXX and they no longer have the branding that they once had.