The moral "slippery slope" just got slipperier, thanks to a visit from Granfather.
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"This is a sitcom, right?" one of the studio guys said sarcaustically, "Or is it "Mysteries of the Unexplained?"
Granfather had horrofied them more than fascinated them. (A normal occurance).
The network people were offended by Granfather. The thoght of the old basterd actually being a business partner with them was even worse. The way they left it with us was, DONT CALL US, WELL CALL YOU.
I still have hope that the cartoon project will work out. Somhow we have to edit Granfather down to be pressentable on TV. I know I describe Granfather as a hideous demmonic monster, but he realy is that awful and disgousting. Thank God that in this meeting atleast we did not have to get into how bad he smells. That will come afterword, but as Stu says, after all the contracts are signed.
Stu was upbeat as we left the restuarant.
"Well, Walt. There's always the Fox network," he said cheerfully. Stu said we shoud hang in there and folow our dreams.
"You can handle it, Walt," he said. "Ill give you my laptop, and you can run the demo. Me and their marketing guy are playing hookey tomorow. We're catching a jet to Palm Springs to play golf."
I looked at Stu with silent angry betrayol in my eyes. "You know I am not good at presenting. I am too shy," I said. He looked back at me sadley, clearley full of guilt, and bit his lip. "Its not JUST for golf. We'll be talking about business: Internet marketing business. That's what I DO, Walter: I'm a marketeer."
Then Stu put his head down, and muttored, "It wasnt the easiest major in college for nothing you know."
"Oh dear," she said, "I'm so sorry about everything." We got in a fight and started screamin at eachother. Then she started in with the watorworks. Yes she started crying. Then I started cryin too. Me and her have the most disfunctionol reationship between a manager and subordinnate than anyone in the world.
We ended everything nicely, and were no longor mad at eachother. She even appollogized for puking on me. Then like a jerk, I told her some personol stuff about the top secret cartoon meeting that i was not suposed to. She told me that her "newly aquired psychic powers" already told her about it. By the time I hung up I figured that by the time I got back to Texas she'll of blabbed it allover half the state anyway.
Rent-A-Temp-Gal(tm) headquortors was a bland rundown cheap place that looked like a run down hospitol. Stu as I said was conspicuously absent for our meeting. He asked me to make some lame ecxuse for him. There was a Rent-A-Temp-Gal(tm) guy there who was so extremely rude and mean. His face looked like the comical fake plastic Nose-and-Eyelasses get-up, with the bushey eyebrows atached. He was so abusive he made both Peaches and the creepy guy I interviews with at TechnoDigiMeriCom(R) seem like a freakin Girl Scout weaving a daisy chain. He erupted in anger saying that his danm Marketing guy, (who was also missing, like Stu was), is probly, "out golfing or somthing."
After a while the people in the room split up: Bouvard and Peckushay and the evil Rent-A-Temp-Gal(tm) guy left for anothor meeting. Peaches and myself went down the hall and met with the Rent-A-Temp-Gal(tm) internal web team. This is where I was suposed to Demo.
But how did it get into a client presentation? Stu clipped it from the cartoon to play a trick on the plane on the way back. Im glad he didnt, cause any noises from Granfather's ass, either live, or else re-played on Mediaplayer is probly a viollation of FAA regulations for Felony disrderley Conduct in Flight and in that case Stu woud of quicky been one canned ham.
When the file was played the speakers on the laptop were cranked up extra high. Also if you run Version 7 off a Compac, you cannot abort once the file is loading. Danm Microsoft bugs.
Peaches started screamin at me. There were 8 or 9 people in there and he hollored at me like crazy. After 20 minuts of Peaches howling, Bouvard, Peckushay and the evil fake Nose-with-the Eyeglasses Rent-A-Temp-Gal(tm) guy returned. He interupted Peaches, tapped his watch, and then said, while leveling his fake looking nose at me, "As of 12 noon today, youre a Rent-A-Temp-Gal(tm) employee." and then he hollored at me, not even knowing why.
I thoght I woud try again too...