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