I had some changes to make to a storyboard
which basically meant going back brief the
studio manager yet again. Admittedly there
had been quite a few changes already but
that was the client's fault not mine. To soften
the fact that I‘d been back there three times
already I approached the guy sheepishly
saying ‘you’re not going to believe this’ but
as soon as he realised I was making more
changes he started to get all pissy with me.
Sighing and rolling his eyes. I couldn’t believe
a guy in a comp studio was giving me lip about
changes. This would never have happened in
London. Say what you like about the Brits but
they respected rank. At Saatchi's if a studio manager
was pissed about something he might, after fifteen
years tell his boss before promptly killing himself.
This however, was America where every fucker and
had to heard. An ordinary yes or no answer would
routinely turn into a full scale board meeting.
An idiot-magnet like Aaron only had to stand
mute in my office and within seconds he’d
attract four or five fellow fuckups from the
throng in the corridor.