I had this phone call from a girl last week:
"Hi is this Jim?"
"Yes, I take it you're Fiona? Chris said you might call."
"Yes that's me. Great so you're OK to DJ at the event?"
"Umm well that depends."
"On what?"
"Well what are you working with budget wise, I don't usually do Xmas parties because they don't pay the fee I expect."
"Oh well we're looking for as cheap as possible, but the DJ has to be good to y know."
Turns out this company is fucking MASSIVE and does all sorts of stuff for a firm that rhymes with jamazon, are shipping all their employees up for a weekend on the piss but they're trying to pay me £200 to DJ 7 - 1am the Saturday before Christmas in the middle of the city centre where I'll struggle to park and unload. JOG ON.
"Hi is this Jim?"
"Yes, I take it you're Fiona? Chris said you might call."
"Yes that's me. Great so you're OK to DJ at the event?"
"Umm well that depends."
"On what?"
"Well what are you working with budget wise, I don't usually do Xmas parties because they don't pay the fee I expect."
"Oh well we're looking for as cheap as possible, but the DJ has to be good to y know."
Turns out this company is fucking MASSIVE and does all sorts of stuff for a firm that rhymes with jamazon, are shipping all their employees up for a weekend on the piss but they're trying to pay me £200 to DJ 7 - 1am the Saturday before Christmas in the middle of the city centre where I'll struggle to park and unload. JOG ON.