....Until Someone Gets a Job

Me:  Hello??

That A&R: Oh hey Internchick, its That A&R...what's up?
Me: (thinking: umm..seriously? What IS up, because you called me!) Nothing really, how are you?
That A&R: I'm great.  So, when do you graduate?

Man, this guy wanted to get right down to business, didn't he?  I told him when I graduate and he continued..

That A&R:  Okay cool, well, I'm going on tour with my artist for a month.  But, I really think I need to hire an assistant at my company...I just need to get the money together.
Me: (Is this one of those "aww too bad, maybe next time" things?) Oh, okay...
That A&R:  Yea, so when I get back from tour I'm going to decide but I'd really like to bring you on board if possible.  
Me:  Yes!  That would be great!  Anything you could do for me, just let me know, it's been hard trying to find a job.
That A&R:  Okay.  And if that doesn't work out, maybe you can just freelance for me for a little while until it becomes more permanent.

Right.  You know what the problem I have with the word "freelance" is?  It has the word "free" in it.  And you know what the most exciting thing about graduating from intern to employee is?  You actually get to fill in the box on the application that says "desired salary."  I hung up the phone with him and mulled that one over.  And by mulled it over, I mean I analyzed it to death in typical 20-something female fashion until I finally fell asleep.  And then I kind of just let it go.
I decided to look at it as something to blog about but something that would probably not come to fruition.  Hey, thats okay...99.9% of the things people in the music industry say may be true when the words come out of their mouth but will probably be untrue within an hour, or at least by the end of the work day.  If it happens, it'll be great...I think, and if it doesn't, I think I just drafted this guy onto my team of great people who want to see me employed.  At least as a second string player.
Then today a friend of mine called and said, "Hey, I heard That A&R is going to hire you.  That's what he said to me."
Excuse me while I pick my mouth up off the floor and recover from my mini heart attack.

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