Things Best Said

So I get a call from management…

“Hey, how’s the tv spot coming?”
“It’s not.” I retort.
“Why…what’s going on?”
“well, I talked to (management boss who’s name is withheld) and he said that you’d be getting me all the info. And that was like 4 days ago.”
“I sent it to your email…”
“Well, I didn’t get it.

**at this point I’m wondering what happened to follow-up calls?**

“I’ll send it to you again.” she says in frustration.
“When do you need this?”
“ASAP. Nashville is ready to air theirs and (garbaled name) will start next week.”
**Of course, I think…ASAP is what you say when it’s somone else’s problem. By the way…it’s friday afternoon at 4:50pm**

“Okay. If you send the info, I can start on it first thing monday.”
“great, I’ll resend it.”

******meanwhile…AT THE HALL OF JUSTICE******

!Beep!Beep! An email is recieved.

It’s the notes for the television spot…and the voice over…

*warning* the voice over is 1 minute long!

“Zoinks Scoob, what’re we gonna do? The spot is only supposed to last 30 seconds!”
“Righdon’t row?!?!”

At this point I’m working on monday to get it done…not during the weekend. I want my weekends back…and I’ll have them, damnit!

-me

okay, so the management says, “We’re done with what needs to happen” and I say, “well, can you tell the record company to pay us” and he say “sure, but why wouldn’t they?” and I reply, “because, contractually, we’re supposed to deliver a complete show and you’re the driving force as to what’s in that show…furthermore, you said that you’d cut out a bunch of stuff thus making the show only about 30 minutes long.”

“yeah.” he says

“so, that’s a little less than and ENTIRE CONCERT!”

I’m sitting here. waiting to talk to management…

we had a 2pm appointment. I got here at 1:50 and he got here at 2:20. Not only is he late but he’s on his freakin phone and I’m sitting here blogging…waiting…drinking cold coffee.

Who’s priorities are in place?

and this is all for a video that is due on monday, finished, complete…in the hands of God. (by the way, it’s friday afternoon)

I’m not working this whole weekend to finish something that’s not my problem.

damn wannabes…

-j.