Today was peculiar- I received two phone calls within an hour of each other from 2 major production companys inviting me personally (by way of someone's assistant) to 2 different soirees. It's insulting enough that the guys behind the calls in question both have my personal phone numbers and doled out the interns to annoy me, but its even more troublesome that I realized this might be the end of the Mass Text/ Junk Mail invite.
In the Ninth Level of Financial Hell that we're living in, its impersonal for business owners to send out mass SMS's or e-mails due to the backlash or lack of interest. A phonecall, however, forces the recipient actively RSVP. Smart move.
But there's more to it: Since when did the club promoter become so busy that they can't take 2 minutes out of their day and tell me they want me to bring my camera to their event instead of letting me assume that was the hidden message in the tea leaves after hanging up with their snot nosed intern? Maybe I'm ungrateful, but I just ate it on the concrete and scraped both palms, twisted my knee and NO ONE LAUGHED. The World is truly joyless.
However, I'm sure all those in Ed Hardy are extremely happy to get such phone calls.
"Bro. Dude. You'll never guess who called me today!"
-TC
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
"This is so and so's assistant calling to invite you to..."
Keywords:
Chicago Nightlife,
Club Promoters,
Interns,
Media
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