This week's "Sheenisms" have made for some funny bits...he's kinda turned into this years' version of Jon & Kate Gosselin, that train wreck from which you can't just walk away.
Howard Hoffman's "Nine"...heard it again a few months ago after more than 20 years, but my wife walked in and recognized it immediately...shaking her head as she turned around and walked away.
To the original point: That's why I still, after all these years, call them "Tarleks".
As in Herb Tarlek.
The leisure suit may be long gone but deep inside, most of them would sell your mother if they needed to make budget. In 30 years in this business, I've maybe worked with 15-20 - total - account executives I could actually trust. The rest were various shades of Herb.
One Tarlek made me the voice of a local racetrack. I had to dub off half-a-dozen copies of each week's spot for use around the market.
Talent fee? Herb traded it for a big sign at the racetrack with our call letters on it...without management's, or my, permission.
Somehow he didn't see this as a problem.
Considering I was losing $2000 in a season of talent fees, I saw things differently.
Management stepped in and reimbursed me half of the lost revenue. Half of something beats 100% of nothing.
But with all the changes in the business...Tarleks remain a constant. I come in to do a fill shift, sit down to do some VO for the current Prod Director and the stories are all the same. Last-minute orders, missing deadlines, poorly-written or wrong copy, multiple revisions on specs...you know the story. You either laugh or cry...after all, as they're so quick to remind us, they're the reason the rest of us can get paid.
Did I mention I did production/creative services for over a decade? You probably surmised as much from my glowing description of your average, garden-variety radio account executive.