Take me to the river
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseI feel so dirty right now.
I pulled out my Trump Card, so to speak, while dealing with a company on behalf of a Producer's slacker brother ... who *finally* paid an auto insurance bill - a day after its final cancellation date, of course.
How did it happen? What caused me to do such a thing? Oh, a somewhat frantic call from said Producer, telling me that his brother's policy was cancelled - but a payment was received ... could it be reinstated?
So, what is the "Trump Card"? A crazy little thing called "I'm doing this for a Producer's (Parent/Sibling/Distant Relative/Frat Brother/Stranger)". Used to have to use it all the time at my old agency, where it seemed like *everyone* was a best friend/acquaintance/drinking buddy/whatever of some muckety-muck at the agency.
I hated doing that. Hated saying that. It felt like an abuse of my power - a maligning of my relationship with the company reps.
After I got off the phone - having gotten what the Producer wanted, and his brother needed - I felt like scrubbing my mouth out with Bon Ami and a toothbrush, followed by a good mental flossing. Anything to forget what I'd just done for a fucking Producer.
I pulled out my Trump Card, so to speak, while dealing with a company on behalf of a Producer's slacker brother ... who *finally* paid an auto insurance bill - a day after its final cancellation date, of course.
How did it happen? What caused me to do such a thing? Oh, a somewhat frantic call from said Producer, telling me that his brother's policy was cancelled - but a payment was received ... could it be reinstated?
So, what is the "Trump Card"? A crazy little thing called "I'm doing this for a Producer's (Parent/Sibling/Distant Relative/Frat Brother/Stranger)". Used to have to use it all the time at my old agency, where it seemed like *everyone* was a best friend/acquaintance/drinking buddy/whatever of some muckety-muck at the agency.
I hated doing that. Hated saying that. It felt like an abuse of my power - a maligning of my relationship with the company reps.
After I got off the phone - having gotten what the Producer wanted, and his brother needed - I felt like scrubbing my mouth out with Bon Ami and a toothbrush, followed by a good mental flossing. Anything to forget what I'd just done for a fucking Producer.
