Do people actually read those online classifieds? Isn’t there, like, a Craig’s List or something? What is that? Can you advertise for roommates in that? Is it national or just over in California somewhere?
It’s becoming very tempting to pop over to some other blogs in between these segments, but I really believe that I would get sucked in and then nothing would get accomplished here. With the few minutes available between segments, I’m just resting mentally and poking my head in to visit the family when they’re around. I kind of wish they were here now, even though I think they wish I would hang out with them instead of doing this. Hopefully they’re out somewhere having fun.
On the atmosphere side, the room is starting to warm up for some reason. I think I need to switch the ceiling fan on again, which messes with the audio. Maybe I can switch it off when I’m recording, and then back on again when I’m not. It just takes a while for the blades to spin down and stop blowing, so I wonder if it’s really worth it. Maybe I can just leave it on and the mic won’t pick it up? Folly!
Enough with the speculation. Here’s another script. Audio to come in the next half hour or so.
Tanya actually proved to be not too incompetant at reorganizing the applicants
for the apartment that came in by fax, as long as you could ignore her
yammering.
I hadn’t thought about the fax number too much when I filled out the form online.
It had simply asked for a fax number in addition to the email and so I put in
the number for Roberts and Watson. I hadn’t actually figured that so many
people would be interested.
Tanya was shocked that the amount I was asking for the room at my place was so
low. She said she might have considered taking me up on the rental offer if
we weren’t in a “boss-intern” relationship.
Uh, yeah.
After we had organized the faxes into “callback”, “maybe”, and “hell no”,
I checked my email to see if there were any online responses yet.
Holy cow! My box was filled!
This was going to take Tanya a little longer than she had planned.
While she worked on that, I flipped through the folder on Lemonsol.
As it turned out, the Lemonsol account wasn’t just something that Ashby was
trying to throw away. It had the potential to be a real earner for the firm.
Combined with a couple of other accounts like it, Tanya could stop sifting
through potential roommates.
“Hey Laura, did you look at this?” I yelled over the cube wall while sitting
on the floor.
“Hmm?” she asked quizzically.
“This Lemonsol account looks great. Why’s it such a hot potato?”
“Check out the name for the coporate liason.”
Oh no. Tony Chung. I had dealt with Chung once before in an unfortunate
attempt to get this ill-fated “Guzzler” product to market.
These so-called water-powered cars were attractive looking to our test audience,
and they did in fact require water to run. But all the water did was close a
circuit for the internal batteries, which they found very misleading.
Chung cancelled our services when we refused to produce a commercial without
the words, “Requires 2 double-A batteries.” They would have sued the toymaker
if we hadn’t, and then we would have been sued, and instead of just adding
the little info blurb, Chung pulled the account and took it across town.
And now he was working for Lemonsol. Not good.
“Mr. Collins’ office” Tanya had apparently hooked some kind of headset to my
desk phone. I didn’t even know they could do that.
“One moment please. — Mr. Collins, there is a Henry Jacobs on the phone who
wishes to speak with you about the apartment for rent, did you wish to speak to
him or should I take a message?”
Shocked that she actually paused speaking to wait for a reply, it took me a
moment to tell her to take a message.
I was going to have to change that classified ad or no work was ever going to
get done around the office.
Henry Jacobs got an earful as Tanya described every minute detail of every place
she’s ever lived and how it compared to my description of the room for rent.
