March 27th, 2007

Frankie as dragon

100 words: Meredith, 00s

Meredith was a publisher of a tourist guide in New York City. Hers was the 2nd or 3rd in a field of 2 or 3 publications, and she was always trashing the top publication of this genre, which, to be honest, was mroe than a tiny bit better than hers. Since she came from a sales background, she insisted that all the advertisers get editorial space in the magazine, meaning the magazine always had to be re-written after closing. And she always let her sales people close 3 weeks after the real close. As you can imagine, this caused messes all throughout the month. She was sneaky and underhanded too--she'd move ads that weren't hers and blame either production or art. I knew I was not going to like it there when, during the interview, she asked me if I read New York magazine. "No," I said, "but I read the New Yorker." She screeched. "I never met anyone who read the New Yorker before!"
Frankie as dragon

100 words: Linda, nature magazine, late 90s

Linda was the replacement publisher, when the long-term publisher retired, at the nature magazine. She'd been associate publisher at a very similar publication, so it was assumed she'd be a good fit. Linda was the first and only true pathological liar I'd ever met. I was shocked to find her name in the magazine she claimed to work at. It seemed like she lied about everything. She lied about seeing people at lunch, she'd lie about things she was going to do in the office, she lied about places she'd been on vacation. She'd lie about conversations with spider taxonomists! Nothing was taboo. When she left, she lied about the job she was taking, as publisher at a rival science mag, whose publisher we knew wasn't leaving. She told us that Bill Clinton flirted with her when he was governor. We were never really sure if that was a lie.
Frankie as dragon

Robert, nature magazine, late 90s

Robert was the replacement replacement publisher at the nature magazine, after Linda the Liar fled for alleged greener pastures. He was clearly hired for his height alone. He was the dumbest person I'd ever met in a position of power. He was very tall, though. Here's an example of how dumb he was. He had been working at the magazine for a month. He liked to use a laptop in his office, which he took back and forth each day. He was very proud of the fact that he had reset his home page on Netscape from the museum page, which IT had us all start on, to the New York Times. He showed this off to the production director, who had to contain his laughter until he got over to us. It was a cached page from the NYTimes--one month old. This guy had been reading the same front page every day for a month. He was very tall, though.