yesterday, i get a call to set up an interview with a producer from a show called great taste. cool, right?
this morning, i get up at 6:30 (i get up at 8am, people) and have a conference call with this guy. he asks me all kinds of questions about durtbagz. he tells me about the segment and production time line. informs me that he has to talk to his producer and then they talk to their executive producer to make the final decision.
he tells me that they’ll come out here to shoot and interview me and a third party for the bit, that should run 5-7 minutes on the show. finally, he tells me that the show will air on style network and the travel channel.
cool, i say, wondering if i’ll make it past the other two producers.
oh yeah, and there’s one more thing. they want a $19,700 production fee from me so the segment is a partnership.
i’m sorry (cover your ears) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
you made me get up an hour and a half early, on a friday, no less. you interview me and make me answer all of your questions. you explain to me that i might or might not make the cut for the show. then tell me i have to pay you almost 20 grand to ‘make your cut’.
mister, you are out of your effing mind.
instead of saying that, i said, ‘wade (his name was really wade). wade, it didn’t cost me $19,700 to launch durtbagz. and you’re not producing a tv show, you’re building a 30 minute commercial and we don’t advertise. good luck with that. click.’ i don’t like to get up before 8am to catch a flight for vacation; i am a sleeper. this douche bag company doesn’t produce shows, they sell advertising. and i was so annoyed that i even got a little bit excited about it and i started thinking how this company could get away with that presentation.
and i realized something.
in my last lame job, i worked for a “publisher” that made coffee table books on architecture. we’d interview the architects and look at their work to see if they were a good fit for our books. since we were a small “publisher”, we asked for a partnership fee so the books could get published…in other words, kharma came back and bit me something fierce.
dammit. hopefully it’s all gone in this one shot. because seriously, not cool.
at least i’m getting my hair done later and that will make me feel better.