Way back in the day, you were working for a tape-dubbing company and got an order from Disney for 500,000 copies of VHS tapes for The Little Mermaid. Clever you, you recycled old porn tapes for the project. Unfortunately, some of the original soundtracks could still be heard here and there on about 40,000 of the tapes. Now you’re out of work and an outcast from society. "I want to be where the people are…."
You are a sound editor for a small, independent studio. The films your company are producing are really independent. It's bad. Like, using-blow-up-dolls-in-place-of-actors bad.
You're working alongside the sound editor on a major motion picture. It feels good to be this close to the big time, but you sure wish you weren't basically somebody else's apprentice. Just wait until all the broomsticks come alive and start to do your bidding—you'll show him then.
You are one of the most reliable and well-respected sound editors working in Hollywood. You've got an impressive résumé, and you have as much job security as one can have who never has any idea where the next job is coming from.
There are three golden gentlemen staring at you from the mantelpiece. You knew there were a lot of "Goldmans" in Hollywood, but you didn't think this is what they meant.