On top of recent debacles, a review with an art rep that I had on my calendar for this morning was, in fact, really supposed to be yesterday morning. I was a no show. A PSPF volunteer, Megan Miller, miraculously rearranged my schedule and rebooked me with another art rep this afternoon. They've been great making up for my cluelessness.
Fortunately, the stars has realigned. “You did the edit on this reel too? Highlight that, it's really good. This is all fabulous work, it's real, it's authentic.” This one and yesterday's art buyer (the one who sent me into the my-career-is-over tailspin depression) work for the same ad agency. After today's reviews I can mark that other one as a bad data point.
I've heard this before and resisted, but an art rep says to get an intern. Use them to ferret out the corporate direct and more hidden markets for my promotion. Another art rep suggested ways to use LinkedIn and my current clients to get more work. The magazine people have been kind and supportive, but I haven't been sensing gobs of opportunity there.
The weather has cooled off to almost tolerable levels, and I finally had the first decent meal of my time here (TripAdvisor, you've been leading me astray all week). I've had an odd relationship with this event compared to prior reviews I've done. I've been way less social than usual, and doing no activities other than the reviews. Somehow the structure of this event, or maybe the geography of the physical space, isn't as encouraging to a feeling of being part of a group endeavor in ways I can't put my finger on. Maybe I'm removed from the communal Pacific NW mindset and experiencing California über-individualism. I'm spending a little too much time alone, even for me. Maybe I'm just not getting enough sleep—there is that AC roaring in my ear all night. Tomorrow is a huge day—7 reviews. Night.