Don’t Blow Favors
As a favor for someone, I agreed to a last minute shoot with a rapper, whom I’ll call R, who was in town from Massachusetts until Saturday. It’s supposed to rain on Friday, so cool, today will work. I’ll hold off on what I originally planned – working on images for my portfolio and finally sorting out the stone for the shower curb. (Yes, we ARE STILL renovating the bathroom!) I had a great location at my friend’s studio in Chinatown featuring a rooftop and a stairwell a la Mark Seliger. At our scheduled time, 4p, I get a voicemail that R can’t make it until 5:30. Uh, ok. Thanks for letting me know, calling when we were going to meet. But things happen; we can reschedule. I call R back, but get his voicemail. I’m still @the location and a videographer walks in, then the second videographer walks in. They were supposed to shoot a video with R, which BTW, R didn’t bothered to tell my friend that these guys were showing up. I explained the situation to them, was totally annoyed and walked out. At least I can do some street stuff in Chinatown for the next hour or so. As if on cue, at 5:30 R calls me back tell me that he’s on the way. What? I thought you would be there @5:30, not “I’m on my way there from Bushwick”. Dude, sorry but I offered you a favor, last minute at that. If you were paying me, yea, then ok, sure I’d wait. I’d be really annoyed, but I’d wait. But considering you were trying to get your self back in the game after a bit of absence, don’t flake like this on someone who offered to help you out. What a waste of time. At least Chinatown/Lower East Side was interesting.
