Working for Phyllis Diller was an adventure-and-a-half. “Robin, come downstairs and bring your pad,” was how she usually greeted me, via intercom, when I arrived for work in the morning. She dictated letters, told me about phone calls and appointments she wanted me to make and shuffled through her stacks of papers, pointing out what she wanted done with each. After I had been with her a few months, she would just hand me a stack of papers and say, “take care of these.” One thing Phyllis insisted on was packing her own suitcases – and I was mighty glad! She often traveled with a dozen or more pieces of luggage. My job was to make sure they got where they were going – the hotel or the theater – and make sure that when we left they all came back with us and made it from the luggage carousel… Read More »