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Friday, July 21, 2021

Relatively speaking, I haven’t been in the full-time professional workforce for an awfully long time — only 13-some years. I’ve had a few different jobs in that time. The oddity is that I’ve never really been fired. I’ve been in situations where I had practically no option but to quit; and looking back, a couple of assignments had pretty much devolved to the point where I was subtly being coerced into resigning.

But actually being called on the carpet and getting decapitated? Never has happened to me.

Now that I’m pursuing more work opportunities in the creative fields, albiet on a contractor basis, I’m thinking I might be putting myself in the line of firing on a more consistent basis. That being the case, I’m looking forward to the time when I can learn about my organizational demise in the papers, or during a family outing, as is so often the case in Hollywood’s corporate culture.

Jordan Levin, who served as CEO of the WB television network in 2004, was already wondering about his fate when he got an e-mail from ABC late-night comedian Jimmy Kimmel, saying, “Just remember, no matter what happens you will always be one of the best guys who ever wore a suit in this town.”

A few days later, Levin tried calling his office while coaching his son’s Little League game, only to be told that everyone was “in meetings.”

He was fired shortly after that.

“The person who is the victim is always the last to know,” says Levin, who has since launched Generate, a production company for new media. “People in this business are horribly passive-aggressive, and no one wants to confront anybody.”

A touchy-feely kinda work environment. But appealingly cutthroat.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 07/21/2006 05:05:22 PM
Category: Business, Movies, TV
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I spied it only seconds after walking out the door this morning: What looked like a crisp folded-over $20 bill, just lying there, at the edge of a mostly-vacant parking lot.

Good way to start the day, I thought. So I bent down to pick it up.

Surprise! It was only half a Jackson, torn clean through. I scanned around, but could see no sign of the other half.

Kind of a bummer. I put the half I had in my pocket, and kept my eyes groundward for the next couple of minutes of my walk, on the off-chance that I would find the wayward half somewhere down the line. But after another block, I figured the rest of the bill wasn’t going to turn up.

It’s funny to think that someone else is holding that other half of the twenty right now, scouring about for the half that I’m holding. We’re both out of luck.

I had thought that my scrap of currency is pretty much useless. But apparently, there is the possibility of redress from the Federal government. I’m not sure how realistic or worthwhile it would be to mail the half-note to DC for a replacement; the Treasury Department’s requirements in the reimbursement of damaged currency seem arcane, and more geared toward a business losing mass quantities of bills due to natural disasters and such. Besides, if it were that easy to recoup fragments of ripped U.S. dollar bills, surely someone would have attempted a mail-in scam to double their money. It’s probably not worth the time or trouble.

I probably should just throw this scrap of greenback away. But I’ll hold onto it a while longer.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 07/21/2006 04:26:12 PM
Category: General
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