It was a pretty bad day all around. The weather was dreary and the shooting matched it.
So all I could do while I was there is sing:
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
buy all of the things I never had
uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
for when I’m a billionaire
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
give Travie a wish list
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
and adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had sh-t
give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
and last but not least grant somebody their last wish
its been a couple months since I’ve single so
you can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
get it, hehe, I’d probably visit where Katrina hit
and damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
yeah can’t forget about me stupid
everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
for when I’m a billionaire
oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
32 comments:
Behind every successful woman is a suffering man.
Or one that they won't let take his ball bat and kick some ass. Just sayn'
Yeah, bad days seem to happen every so often. Hope your knees are okay.
Planning to bring a baseball bat to the wrap party?
I used to turn baseball bats on my lathe. It's a family tradition.
But in this case, rub dirt on it, walk it off, and know that this too shall pass.
I would periodically come into work to hear one of my buddies chanting "IlovemyjobIlovemyjobIlovemyjob..."
Heh.
What I say is that you've got talent and you've gotta FORCE it into the show, by any means necessary. I know. Easy for me to say. But what I get from the recent posts is that you don't see a ray of light coming from any of the doofuses charged with making the show shine. So you've gotta make it shine. If that means making a scene, having a dustup, whatever, so be it. Maybe after a no holds barred confrontation they'll see you as a force to be reckoned with and start listening. Or maybe it'll just clear the air like after a storm, remove the pall that's hanging over everything and whoever's in charge will start to THINK and make an effort instead of listlessly going through the motions.
I love writing. It's so much easier than doing.
We patched it up and pretended that it was all OK but it is not.
Unsolicited advice alert!
Do you and Lisa have any sort of control or ability to suggest? Are they open to any suggestions at all?
If so, who is the head cheese? The money man, so to speak. They aren't in this to lose money and if your suggestions are all about how THEY can make money (and at the same time make you and Lisa more comfortable with the end result), they might listen.
Speaking as someone (all my professional life) who has been in sales/negotiations/convincing people to do what I want: I know that there is a time for a hard sell and time for a soft sell. Sometimes the personalities will be an irretrievable clash and I would have to send in another account executive to close the sale.
Meaning. There are just some people that you can't get along with, while someone else can say the same exact thing as you were proposing and ....magically....suddenly...it is a good idea... when I said it it was shit.
It was all about closing the sale and if it took someone else to get what I wanted done...so be it.
The easiest way to close a sale is to convince (or otherwise) the prospect that the idea was THEIRS in the first place.
The other thing I learned was that instead of telling my clients what I couldn't or wouldn't do because then it became a power struggle...I would offer other actions we could take that would yield the same or BETTER results.....and convince them that it was their original idea.
My two cents.
FYI: I always got my way.
DBQ is right as usual. Such an adult. Grrrrrr..........
DBQ is right as usual. Such an adult. Grrrrrr..........
And if that doesn't work, then I put on my dominatrix outfit....
Wut? Too much information?
Dust Bunny King won the lottery!
Put some ice on those knees and double up on the antiinflammatories. Take them with food.
Lisa and you are good folks, I hope that it all works out in your favor his season, but next season is when the ball will be in your court, hang in there.
Put some ice on those knees and double up on the antiinflammatories. Take them with food.
A little Xanax to calm you down with a nice bottle of wine...maybe a hot bath?
How is putting aspirin between a women's legs contraception?
tits.
Ha! Good one Titus. Santorum's buddy, what a funny guy. I guess that it keeps the knees together, but hey there are other ways to work around that.
Altoids on the tongue are among the better alternatives.
These guys are show biz, you're a businessman. You do tax returns for Goodness sakes. Oil and water.
Just remember, if it wasn't for the invention of television these TV producers would be starving art students living in Greenwich, or low level grifters.
RC - they are low level grifters, they are television producers.
Oh no!
Well, all of this will go away if the show is a hit. I hope it is.
Well, I'm not an expert or nothin', but there are something like seventeen layers between Troop and the money people. We all know and love TY, but the money guy has to go by the people in all these other layers who (as you'll recall) think of the rest of us as rubes.
Right now, this is just a potential commodity in the hands of (my guess) the least competent guy. Said guy has a chum, or (at best) some kind of track record—and everyone has an opinion.
So the money guy has no way of knowing Our Man has the goods.
Now, Stacy obviously has some pull, but probably not as much as you might think, especially if she's transitioning from front-of-the-camera talent to producer, so she's in a precarious position.
There's a reason Hollywood is populated by cowards. It's a survival strategy.
Well, I'm not an expert or nothin', but there are something like seventeen layers between Troop and the money people
Well, that's true. I didn't mean the real money person. Daddy Big Bucks is too far away to be involved.
There is always a daisy chain of who is in charge, who gets reamed if it doesn't go well, and whose money and more importantly ...reputation... is on the line.
THAT is the vulnerable person. You can appeal to their vanity and prey upon their weaknesses. They think they are strong, but they are not. He/she is the one who thinks that they are in charge and the one who generally has the petty power trip going on.
Stay strong.
You can defeat these types.
Just not head on.
Thank youse guys for all the good advice. Since you know the story I am going to delete it and put up a funny post. These complaints and bitchouts would go on my permanent record if I go public with the blog again. I just wanted to get it off my chest and I wanted to hear what you guys thought.
But I am a big boy and I have been in worst spots. I just have to soldier on and keep grinding it out.
Time for a song.
FWIW, I've heard it said that you should be happy and the money will follow. We bend to accomodate the necessary interactions with others, especially customers and other people we want to get something from. At what point it becomes compromise is highly subjective and personal. You know who you are and what you stand for. I'm sure that will be intact a month from now and a year from now. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke (or are too anal to understand it).
Right, DBQ.
10-to-1 that person is the one who's not listening to Troop.
How about the song, The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow from Annie.
You bet your bottom dollar!
tits.
These complaints and bitchouts would go on my permanent record if I go public with the blog again.
Go public?? Noooo!
This is the only club I've ever been able to get into.
You bet your bottom dollar!
I stopped hiding my money there. It shows up on the TSA's new scanners.
Lamentations of a Fudd?
Always remember paisan, "Revenge is a dish best served cold."
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