I miss this website. Last August, a huge mistake was made and i was hired by a suburban newspaper chain as a design editor. Basically i'm the guy that draws boxes and puts stories and pictures in them. One of the great things about this job is that all i have to do was come in to work, sit in my little corner and not talk to any customers. At all. Sometimes, I barely see daylight and i love it.
Well, that's not entirely true. The SC's at my new job don't come in the form of some random d-bag calling on the phone or walking in from off the street. Rather my SC's are the advertisers of the paper. Mostly it comes from them not understanding the newspaper business, which is understandable, and also from them being ignorant and entitled, which is sucky. Usually a disgruntled advertiser deals with an ad rep, but every once in awhile, i get calls like these.
Me: "News room."
Advertiser: "Right, I paid for an ad to go in the obituaries section of last Sunday's issue, but i didn't see it there. How do you explain that?"
Me: (grabs the issue) "Well, it looks to me like we didn't have any obits for that issue..."
Advertiser: "A man should get what he pays for! Couldn't you have printed some old ones? I paid extra for the obituaries section."
(So, if nobody dies, we should still make it look like a few did so this guy can make his $20 stretch farther?)
Me: "News room."
Advertiser: "Hi, i have a problem with how my ad looks in the paper."
Me: "Ok, what was the problem?"
Advertiser: "In some of the copies, my ad was really blurry."
Me: "Some of them? Were they ok in others?"
Advertiser: "Yeah. Why did this happen?"
Me: "I'm not sure, perhaps something went wrong at the printer."
Advertiser: "I want you to get to the bottom of this."
Me: "Well ma'am I'd like to help you but i'm on a deadline today, but i can give you the number of the print--"
Advertiser: "No, i want this done today, my phone number is X."
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Fortunately, i'm pretty much my own manager so I can ignore dumb crap like this. But it did make me nostalgic for the reservation line at the hotel.
So, nothing too bad so far, but the climate is ripe for some good SC action so i'll keep my eyes open. I guess this shows that SC's can get to you even in the most insulated of jobs.
Well, that's not entirely true. The SC's at my new job don't come in the form of some random d-bag calling on the phone or walking in from off the street. Rather my SC's are the advertisers of the paper. Mostly it comes from them not understanding the newspaper business, which is understandable, and also from them being ignorant and entitled, which is sucky. Usually a disgruntled advertiser deals with an ad rep, but every once in awhile, i get calls like these.
Me: "News room."
Advertiser: "Right, I paid for an ad to go in the obituaries section of last Sunday's issue, but i didn't see it there. How do you explain that?"
Me: (grabs the issue) "Well, it looks to me like we didn't have any obits for that issue..."
Advertiser: "A man should get what he pays for! Couldn't you have printed some old ones? I paid extra for the obituaries section."
(So, if nobody dies, we should still make it look like a few did so this guy can make his $20 stretch farther?)
Me: "News room."
Advertiser: "Hi, i have a problem with how my ad looks in the paper."
Me: "Ok, what was the problem?"
Advertiser: "In some of the copies, my ad was really blurry."
Me: "Some of them? Were they ok in others?"
Advertiser: "Yeah. Why did this happen?"
Me: "I'm not sure, perhaps something went wrong at the printer."
Advertiser: "I want you to get to the bottom of this."
Me: "Well ma'am I'd like to help you but i'm on a deadline today, but i can give you the number of the print--"
Advertiser: "No, i want this done today, my phone number is X."
<click>
Fortunately, i'm pretty much my own manager so I can ignore dumb crap like this. But it did make me nostalgic for the reservation line at the hotel.
So, nothing too bad so far, but the climate is ripe for some good SC action so i'll keep my eyes open. I guess this shows that SC's can get to you even in the most insulated of jobs.
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