When I first started at this company, it was a very different place. It was smaller, had a different vibe, housed different people. Over the last 4 months it has expanded, reached out and collapsed in. Like breathing, it exhaled a few people, collected in a few more. One of those people exhaled was a talent manager, and he took with him his client list, which was pretty small but substantial in notoriety. This isn’t a post about a loss of talent, though. His clients have been replaced with newer, different clients. And it isn’t a post judging the people new or old – I liked the ones that left, I like the ones that came.
There’s an incidental, transitional element that I every so often notice, and every so often it breaks my heart a little. See, that talent manager that left? One of his clients was a popular young Disney star, the kind that inspires hundreds or thousands of young girls (and a few boys) across the country to track down a mailing address and send off heartfelt, handwritten letters, pictures and symbols of adornment. In reality, she probably never received these as a client. But there was always that chance they would. Now that her manager is gone, they collect in piles on a ledge, never to be seen, opened, recognized and especially not responded to.
How is that not sad? It’s like writing a letter to Santa Clause, only maybe worse. To a thousand little girls across the country, this Disney star it their hero or idol or roll model. They reached out. They sent crayon-labeled envelopes. And those envelopes go almost directly to the garbage bin. They aren’t even recycled. They never had a chance.
And that sucks.
3 comments:
I would respond to them, ala A Confederacy of Dunces with, "Dear Mongoloid."
You would be doing them a favour.
Haha...that's a bit harsh, isn't it?
Yes. But fun.
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