I mean... it's just talking isn't it? ... and mine's a Guinness.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
So it's eight in the morning. The phone rings. "... blah... blah... they need it by ten... I'll send you the sides... check your email." Click. I love my agent. I just wish he'd give me some of whatever he takes in the morning. I mean... Jeez... he was out with me last night, and I feel like crap!
This is the internet... a shouting cat must be an epic win!
It's a shouty thing. I hate shouty things. Especially in the morning. OK... shower, coffee, warm up a bit and look at the copy. Call him back... "Hey Dick!" (that isn't his name, but it just makes me feel so much better to call him that). "Double fee." He's not impressed, says the client won't go for it. I politely explain that this little excursion into over-exuberance will screw my voice for the rest of the day. I'll have to do some re-scheduling and make some calls. "If I do this, all I get to do for the rest of the day is edit... you may think that's a wonderful use of my time, but with this head... double fee."
It's getting on for nine, and he's backed into a corner. "I'll see what I can do..."