I hate major corporations.
But not like hippies hate major corporations. Not like Michael Moore hates major corporations.
Okay, well, I don't really like them for those reasons, but the real reason that I hate them is because I have to deal with their promotional departments.
Today I concluded a 3 day ass-raping of back and forth with some eternally cheery chiquita in the PR department at a very well known Jeans brand.
I had made a commercial, right. For a sale that was being put on by a particular clothing retailer that was specifically about the sale of this well known brand of Jeans.
Anyway, all I had was their logo and a photo-copied wall poster. Sure, some photos of the product would have been nice, but hey... what the fuck ever. One generic hard-sell script later, and after throwing in the royalty free track that I've been wanting to use ever since I first heard it - but haven't been able to because it was inappropriate for EVERYTHING, and finally putting my wayward teen vandal experience to good use in the form of a hip, urban stencilly format, I had a reasonably kick-ass commercial, considering.
I sent it off to the client (who was paying for it) and the PR chicky (who wasn't) and then sent it off to the big smoke to be thrown onto the airwaves with extreme prejudice.
Done.
Next day.
Client: No word.
PR Chicky: Sorry, we'll need the (r) symbol after this, this and this.
I fix it.
I send it back to her.
I send it off to be put on the TV.
Next day.
Client: No word.
PR Chicky: We also need the (r) symbol after this and this. Also, it should be (R)
I fix, I send.
And I'm about to send it off, when...
PR Chicky: Oh, and all the colours should be different.
RATFUCKERS! God, who would work for a major jeans company anyway?
Bunch of hacks in the jean industry. Bunch of fucking hacks.
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