So. Apparently i left a cover letter i had written for a job in LA at a different TV station on the printer. Now, am i that dumb to apply for a job while at my desk at TV station? no. i did, however have a few peeps proofread the mo fo, and that was relayed via my personal email, but, i did save it on my desk computer. either way, somehow, some way, Barbie found it just after i left the offce last night.
apparently Barbie and Boss1 went into a tailspin. This is not Will Loman gloating, or boosting his self esteem. Apparently it was the shocker of all shockers to these two.
this morning, Boss1 came down for our morning meeting, and he kept it real quick. i was busy at my desk, he comes up behind me, and says we need to talk in his office. immediately i know something is up, but i am not worried at all. nothing phases me here. i know i have upper hand most times, or can bullshit my way out of anything...unless it was a compromising email or some hard evidence i really fucked up.
so, we get in his office, he closes the door, i sit down, and, he drops my cover letter for the position i just applied for. Now, this is where 2 things happed. One, i get fired for looking elsewhere, and pretty much being such an IDIOT you left the cover letter in your office, at it talks shit about TV station. Or, this could happen:
Boss1 just goes, whats up with this? do you want to leave? i am disappointed. How can we fix this?"
He showed his cards before I did. So, what do i do? be truthful and tell him i applied because i am contemplating leaving? noooo no no no. I am a WAY quicker thinker than that.
I create an elaborate story about my friend working for the station, in charge of hiring, and that he needed someone with "the right experience" to show interest. I had him. I explained all my ties to our city, the elite club i am joining, and how the surf is better here than there. DISASTER AVERTED.
Long story short, he quickly brought up my renegotiation and what not, basically saying i have the upper hand, and that they CANNOT afford to lose me.
So, about that job out of area...i think i will be passing on it for the time being...unless they offer me a shit load of cash...
its good to find out you are THE MAN at you job.
enough patting myself on the back.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
We're not idiots
Jameson has now been placed on my "no longer polite and a fan" list.
Today is monday. This weekend was my work event and it was a long, expensive and physically taxing weekend (in a good way). I was not ready for the time change either, not because of lack of sleep since it is fall back, but because it is now dark at 5PM.
Every monday, we have our sale meeting. I have been over this i think. Today my friends, Will Loman almost lost his cool.
There is a simple hierarchy in our job. VP sales (Boss1) is the boss of us all. Barbie is the Sales Manager. She carries the shit-umbrella. Since shit rolls down hill, she is our last line of defense. Something coming down from up top, like we are not bringing in enough money, hopefully Barbie can cover us under her shit umbrella, and she can soften the horrible news.
I think that shit umbrella is no longer, and i think she has to let it all come down on us. Us account execs are now going to be the scape goats. Understandable to a certain degree, and completely correct at any other sales force, however, we are talking about TV station. A station who lashed us with iron chains to sell commercials in a "TV special concert 2 hours Hippie fest" that was "only airing on Tv station. Runner did, for 3000 dollars. When he saw the show, and checked the ratings last night. Literally not a blip on the ratings meters went off. Less than 2000 people watched the show. When it was brought up today by Runner, it was quickly not brought up.
So, going into the meeting, something feels off to me. The shit-meter is off scale, and I know something is up. We go through the usual hoops, but Barbie is a bit more frank and not as nice. I always start when it is time for the minions to speak of what they have done the past week. I give a solid report. We go around the room, and we get to Jameson. This shit head has all buying accounts, and to be honest, anyone with some experience would be getting them to buy our station, and i am sure he has grown the accounts, but he has been WAY too cocky for his level of success.
He goes on about all the money he is bringing in for the week. In a VERY blatantly demeaning tone. He is basically slapping Runner, myself, and the 3 new people in the face with his numbers. Barbie then chimes in about us (all of us AEs including Jameson) about making 10 meetings, he interrupts, like always, gets loud, unrully, and condescending, and starts barking at us to get out office, or "he will yell at us." The guy is NOT a manager. He is not our boss. He is at the same corporate level we are. He then goes into asking rudimentary questions about the TV sales industry and the station, and answers them himself. This is where i lose it. I turn to him, look my boss right in the eye, and say:
"We are not idiots, we know about this station and this market too." Thank the lord i stopped there. i had about 20 minutes of material to get off my chest.
He somewhat stops, and Boss 1 realizes how pissed I am, and that he NEEDS to put a fucking end to Jameson's antics. He makes a comment, for Jameson to stop utilizing all the o2 in the room.
There was a list of other things that occurred at work today that made me end the day with this thought.
There is only so much we can do as salesman for TV station. When looking at our numbers, taking this sunday night special as a perfect example, when it comes down to it, people dont watch us. why would you risk losing your job as a media marketing planner on buying from a nobody, when you can go next door and buy from a proven somebody? Last week, ATT switched who did their marketing planning. the next day 200 people were laid off. ATT's media planning was decided by 2-3 people max. Those people, and most likely other monetary reasons, cost their company 200 jobs. When my boss comes to me in the next few weeks, and asks me about my accounts, i fear what she will come to realize. Can I not close? Am i just not working out? Am i worth TV stations piss pour attempt at a salary?
I dont know the answers to this, but I do know, I will have tried my fucking hardest to get TV station money from my accounts. I hate my job, and I hate that i feel unsuccessful at it. I hear it all the time, that it is just the station, but time after time, and no after no, I begin to doubt that.
Today is monday. This weekend was my work event and it was a long, expensive and physically taxing weekend (in a good way). I was not ready for the time change either, not because of lack of sleep since it is fall back, but because it is now dark at 5PM.
Every monday, we have our sale meeting. I have been over this i think. Today my friends, Will Loman almost lost his cool.
There is a simple hierarchy in our job. VP sales (Boss1) is the boss of us all. Barbie is the Sales Manager. She carries the shit-umbrella. Since shit rolls down hill, she is our last line of defense. Something coming down from up top, like we are not bringing in enough money, hopefully Barbie can cover us under her shit umbrella, and she can soften the horrible news.
I think that shit umbrella is no longer, and i think she has to let it all come down on us. Us account execs are now going to be the scape goats. Understandable to a certain degree, and completely correct at any other sales force, however, we are talking about TV station. A station who lashed us with iron chains to sell commercials in a "TV special concert 2 hours Hippie fest" that was "only airing on Tv station. Runner did, for 3000 dollars. When he saw the show, and checked the ratings last night. Literally not a blip on the ratings meters went off. Less than 2000 people watched the show. When it was brought up today by Runner, it was quickly not brought up.
So, going into the meeting, something feels off to me. The shit-meter is off scale, and I know something is up. We go through the usual hoops, but Barbie is a bit more frank and not as nice. I always start when it is time for the minions to speak of what they have done the past week. I give a solid report. We go around the room, and we get to Jameson. This shit head has all buying accounts, and to be honest, anyone with some experience would be getting them to buy our station, and i am sure he has grown the accounts, but he has been WAY too cocky for his level of success.
He goes on about all the money he is bringing in for the week. In a VERY blatantly demeaning tone. He is basically slapping Runner, myself, and the 3 new people in the face with his numbers. Barbie then chimes in about us (all of us AEs including Jameson) about making 10 meetings, he interrupts, like always, gets loud, unrully, and condescending, and starts barking at us to get out office, or "he will yell at us." The guy is NOT a manager. He is not our boss. He is at the same corporate level we are. He then goes into asking rudimentary questions about the TV sales industry and the station, and answers them himself. This is where i lose it. I turn to him, look my boss right in the eye, and say:
"We are not idiots, we know about this station and this market too." Thank the lord i stopped there. i had about 20 minutes of material to get off my chest.
He somewhat stops, and Boss 1 realizes how pissed I am, and that he NEEDS to put a fucking end to Jameson's antics. He makes a comment, for Jameson to stop utilizing all the o2 in the room.
There was a list of other things that occurred at work today that made me end the day with this thought.
There is only so much we can do as salesman for TV station. When looking at our numbers, taking this sunday night special as a perfect example, when it comes down to it, people dont watch us. why would you risk losing your job as a media marketing planner on buying from a nobody, when you can go next door and buy from a proven somebody? Last week, ATT switched who did their marketing planning. the next day 200 people were laid off. ATT's media planning was decided by 2-3 people max. Those people, and most likely other monetary reasons, cost their company 200 jobs. When my boss comes to me in the next few weeks, and asks me about my accounts, i fear what she will come to realize. Can I not close? Am i just not working out? Am i worth TV stations piss pour attempt at a salary?
I dont know the answers to this, but I do know, I will have tried my fucking hardest to get TV station money from my accounts. I hate my job, and I hate that i feel unsuccessful at it. I hear it all the time, that it is just the station, but time after time, and no after no, I begin to doubt that.
Greed.
Promotions chick and I put this huge event sponsorship thing together for pretty much the coolest event in our city. In return, we got a select few all access passes and then some other VIP tickets. On friday afternoon, on my way out to the event, where i was meeting a bunch of my clients and had to put in face time, i had put my pass around my neck. Bad idea.
the vultures came in to see what Will had, and they didnt. Immediately Frat asked where his was, Barbie did as well, and Runner sat back and started laughing. "Am i getting into all the parties?" "why do you and Promo chick only get the passes?"
i calmly walked away, saying talk to Promo chick, she has it all figureed out. As for the all access pass, because i got the event to pay OUR shitty station a few grand, and on top of that got a ski resort to pay us another few grand, i get to have the pass, because i get to deal with all these clients when they get pissed and realized TV station pulled one over on them.
The party that night, everyone from the station got into. I had been partaking in libations since 3pm with these clients, and we were all around the same age, and having a blast. I will reserve the rest of the interactions for another time...or i will lock them in my dome because i am sure things were done and said that i want back...in a comical way.
the vultures came in to see what Will had, and they didnt. Immediately Frat asked where his was, Barbie did as well, and Runner sat back and started laughing. "Am i getting into all the parties?" "why do you and Promo chick only get the passes?"
i calmly walked away, saying talk to Promo chick, she has it all figureed out. As for the all access pass, because i got the event to pay OUR shitty station a few grand, and on top of that got a ski resort to pay us another few grand, i get to have the pass, because i get to deal with all these clients when they get pissed and realized TV station pulled one over on them.
The party that night, everyone from the station got into. I had been partaking in libations since 3pm with these clients, and we were all around the same age, and having a blast. I will reserve the rest of the interactions for another time...or i will lock them in my dome because i am sure things were done and said that i want back...in a comical way.
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