As a reward for surviving the long hours, long days, long weeks required of any reality show casting coordinator, I bought myself a TiVo. It arrived four days after my job ended. I couldn’t wait to get it set up!
The deal, in buying it, was that it would have to cost less than $200 to buy, and, based on Keith’s research, it was only going to be $5.95/mo. for the service. I figured we at least deserved such an indulgence. I mean, c’mon! We don’t even own a microwave and my car is closing in on the ripe old age of 14!
Okay, so, it turns out that the monthly price Keith found was based on having a TiVo/DirecTV satellite receiver combo thingy. We don’t have that. So, we pay $13.95/mo.
I’ll try not to mind.
Then I learn that we get, for the privilege of subscribing, with no ability to opt-out or anything, the added bonus of an ad masquerading as a service message. When we called the TiVo people, they said, “Oh, that’s a part of your service.”
My service?
Ugh.
It’s been an interesting week in which I’ve become a little like Norma Rae and quit my job.
And then I turned down another casting coordinator job for NBC’s Who Wants To Marry My Dad?.
I also realized that I haven’t once journaled about the war going on. It’s like, when I show up at the pages of my journal, all I want to talk about is the stress I feel over money or career paths or time management. Or the joy of TiVo.
Or not.