@$$holes, The Lot Of Them...
Apr. 28th, 2006 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...Sweet Charity's publicity campaign is up for an award.
The badly organised, atrociously run, mushroom-managed joke that was Sweet Charity's publicity campaign is up for a fucking award.
'Scuse me people, but WHICH FUCKING SWEET CHARITY ARE YOU REFERRING TO? IT SURE AS FUCK ISN'T MINE.
Those who are regular readers of this journal will be aware of the not particularly rosy few months that preceded BUSMS recent production of Sweet Charity. For those who are not...
As publicity secretary for the production committee, I was responsible for the production of posters, flyers, programs and logos for other promotional material. I was also screwed over royally at the hands of a set of overtly cliquey amateurs who wouldn't know how to organise a lose your cherry party on the last night of the world.
Having never received a design brief for any piece of material, I produced draft after draft of things while people told me it was great, fantastic, wonderful, but they didn't want it like that. They couldn't tell me how they did want it, they just didn't want it like that. My ideas were systematically binned in order for other people's ones to be used - then I was consistently told that everything looked fantastic.
Fundamentals that I thought were given were revisited and changed after deadlines, and I was told I needed to sort them out. Everything went through far more drafts than necessary, each one being heaped with obviously false praise before being denounced as not what was wanted.
I was the one left apologising to people for posters going up late, programs not quite at the printers by the deadline, while all the committee could do is tell me how great everything looked and how wonderful I was.
I resigned from the society as the final curtain dropped on the closing night.
Maybe a fucking award is the right idea. The screwing I received at the hands of it was a masterpiece.
The badly organised, atrociously run, mushroom-managed joke that was Sweet Charity's publicity campaign is up for a fucking award.
'Scuse me people, but WHICH FUCKING SWEET CHARITY ARE YOU REFERRING TO? IT SURE AS FUCK ISN'T MINE.
Those who are regular readers of this journal will be aware of the not particularly rosy few months that preceded BUSMS recent production of Sweet Charity. For those who are not...
As publicity secretary for the production committee, I was responsible for the production of posters, flyers, programs and logos for other promotional material. I was also screwed over royally at the hands of a set of overtly cliquey amateurs who wouldn't know how to organise a lose your cherry party on the last night of the world.
Having never received a design brief for any piece of material, I produced draft after draft of things while people told me it was great, fantastic, wonderful, but they didn't want it like that. They couldn't tell me how they did want it, they just didn't want it like that. My ideas were systematically binned in order for other people's ones to be used - then I was consistently told that everything looked fantastic.
Fundamentals that I thought were given were revisited and changed after deadlines, and I was told I needed to sort them out. Everything went through far more drafts than necessary, each one being heaped with obviously false praise before being denounced as not what was wanted.
I was the one left apologising to people for posters going up late, programs not quite at the printers by the deadline, while all the committee could do is tell me how great everything looked and how wonderful I was.
I resigned from the society as the final curtain dropped on the closing night.
Maybe a fucking award is the right idea. The screwing I received at the hands of it was a masterpiece.
