9-Jan-2007
I just finished a notes call with my Ex Film Professor, who is coming to town this weekend. Know how long it lasted? Two hours. And, unlike with Cliffhanger, I don't spend 95% of the time doing MySpace quizzes, 5% of the time getting notes. Or, as was the case today, giving them. On a script of his I adore. I'm not sure, but I think I might be a bit of a hard ass. I will let him buy me dinner and drinks Friday night as a token of his appreciation.
I also finally told New Boss about the meeting tomorrow. The convo went a little something like this:
Me: So I need some time off tomorrow. Cause the agents, you know the ones who don't wanna rep me, well, they've set a meeting for me with Studio Exec, and I was just wondering if I can go. But I can move it, if you need me to. You know, whatever. (long, long silence) Hello?
NB: I just wanted to see how long it would take you to stop talking.
Me: Very funny.
NB: OF COURSE you can go to the meeting!!! Why would I say no to that?
Me: Uh...
NB: More importantly, why are these agents sending you on meetings if they don't wanna rep you yet?
Me: No idea.
NB: Hrrrrmmmmpphh...
Indeed.
In the future, you can just tell me you
Did you not read my last Thursday's entry, wherein I talk about how your notes call made a really shitty day not only tolerable but happy? Geez, Demon. You are so difficult sometimes. Kind of like someone else I know...
Everyday you passive aggressively slam someone. Yesterday it was me. I feel blessed in a sick and twisted way.
I am going to have to beat you. In a non passive-aggressive fashion. But I do love that you are taking me to task publicly, as now everyone can see what I have to put up with on a daily basis. Pauvre, pauvre moi.