So I was doing a little cardio last night and flicking through the channels when I came across one of my favorite movies… The Devil Wears Prada.
I “heart” this movie.
I think the reason I like it so much is because it reminds me of my time working in the music industry. I see such similarities. And oh boy did I have a doozy of a boss. Female, of course. One of my nicknames for her was Satan. She could clear the room, that one.
This woman was a successful publicist and had just recently transitioned over to artist manager. She had two clients – one a multi-platinum recording artist at the height of her career and the other an emerging young female alternative talent. She killed both of their careers.
I remember one meeting in her office where she was getting her nails done. Not just painted, oh no… she was getting fiberglass nails put ON. And if you’ve ever been in the room when that happens, well, it doesn’t have a nice aroma, lets just put it that way. It was a insanely disrespectful to all parties involved. And the parties involved were heads of record labels, choreographers, tour managers, etc… They were not amused.
I was her assistant. I was young, green and happy to be a part of the music industry. I was fresh meat. It took me awhile to come to my senses. I later learned that by sticking it out I earned the respect of many a professional in the industry.
Whatever. I was just happy to have survived. Ironically, she also wore Prada. Interesting, huh?