Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
He didn't get where he is today, either
I haven't had a personal rant for quite a while, and today is so nice and sunny that I think I might spoil it with one.
I already spoilt last night by getting into an impotent rage with the grandson just after we had eaten, and I forgot that when I do this (which I seem to on a regular basis), it also spoils the next morning for H.I. so I maybe should keep my thoughts to myself...
It is all about modern communication, and how it is either misused or ignored by modern kids. His whole family are like this - including his step-father - so it can't be just a biological or generation thing.
Quite a few people - including and not least, me - have gone to quite a bit of trouble sorting the boy out with a wonderful job opportunity to start as soon as he leaves college this year (Film Studies), and not only that, but the job will be right on his doorstep, so he doesn't even have to move to expensive London.
I used a good connection to get him the good chance of a simple job on a well-known and loved TV series, new episodes of which are to be filmed very soon, a few miles from where he lives. His grandmother has already paid for driving lessons, as it will be a great asset to have a licence for this job, but we have not heard about how they are going. Ok, the job will be very badly paid and well down in the pecking-order of the production company, but it is a start, isn't it? This is how most people start in the industry to become A.D.s.
Yesterday morning, my connection sent me an email of the contact information for the entire production company, together with the name of who to arrange a meeting with - ASAP. I forwarded it to the boy, and told him to get in touch really quickly, as these jobs are like gold dust and the man in question was expecting to hear from him - whilst every graduate in the country is prepared to work for nothing on them. I then sent him a text telling him to look at his emails, because - as already moaned about - that generation is prepared to spend all day on Facebook, and not look at their mail for 6 months at a stretch.
Bear in mind that every time I have seen him for the last year or so, he has been hassling me to organise this stuff for him, and I have been telling him that it will happen in good time. That time has now come.
By about 8.30 last night, I had not heard back from him, so I tried calling him - no answer. I tried calling his girlfriend - no answer. I sent him another text asking if he had received any of the previous messages. No answer for about 15 minutes, then the following reply:
"Hi Tomas (yes, he always spells my name wrongly) sorry just read your message. I'm in bed. You mind if i call you tomorrow morning? X"
I make that nineteen words, if you include the X and disclude the apostrophes. He could have saved himself all that effort by simply replying, Got your messages thanks, will sort it tomorrow. X
That is HALF the amount of words, POSITIVELY used to respond to mine. So far, he has not called me back, either. I hope he doesn't blow it, because this will be his last chance from this source.