screw it.
Yesterday was the first studio session of a TV project two friends and I've been working on.
We put a lot of work into it, and I'd looked forward to it for a long time. To have that work and hope spat upon so nastily and even physically fills me with so much disgust and bitterness that I don't even know how to describe it. I and the friends I invited to help us were yelled at and verbally abused, and I was even physically accosted. Needless to say, the event itself and the memory of it is forever spoiled for me.
I understand the guy had a speech impediment and was frustrated with himself, but I'm sorry. That just doesn't justify jeopardizing something that we had invested so much of ourselves in. I've had my share of hardships too, and sometimes I admit I haven't handled them very well in the past, but I like to think I've learned something from them. When I lived in Haiti, did I yell at the Haitians because they couldn't understand me? No! Nothing justifies yelling at someone else, and absolutely nothing justifies physical assault! He really shouldn't be working in an environment where communication is essential and time is critical if he can't communicate, anyway.
What kind of place is CAN-TV that they think this is appropriate? This project was first and foremost supposed to be enjoyable stress relief. Instead, I came away from it more stressed, humiliated, angry and bitter. I never want to set foot in a CAN-TV studio nor do I have any desire to ever watch one of their programs again. Is this the purpose of public access, to drive the public away and make them feel unwelcome?
I'm seriously trying to put this behind me. I can't get past the feeling that this has soured not only my dream behind this project, but also my feelings toward Chicago's entertainment industry and even Chicago itself. You may say it's only one guy that did this, but really he's just the last in a long stream of people, the proverbial last straw. No hope, no goal, no dream is worth that.
We put a lot of work into it, and I'd looked forward to it for a long time. To have that work and hope spat upon so nastily and even physically fills me with so much disgust and bitterness that I don't even know how to describe it. I and the friends I invited to help us were yelled at and verbally abused, and I was even physically accosted. Needless to say, the event itself and the memory of it is forever spoiled for me.
I understand the guy had a speech impediment and was frustrated with himself, but I'm sorry. That just doesn't justify jeopardizing something that we had invested so much of ourselves in. I've had my share of hardships too, and sometimes I admit I haven't handled them very well in the past, but I like to think I've learned something from them. When I lived in Haiti, did I yell at the Haitians because they couldn't understand me? No! Nothing justifies yelling at someone else, and absolutely nothing justifies physical assault! He really shouldn't be working in an environment where communication is essential and time is critical if he can't communicate, anyway.
What kind of place is CAN-TV that they think this is appropriate? This project was first and foremost supposed to be enjoyable stress relief. Instead, I came away from it more stressed, humiliated, angry and bitter. I never want to set foot in a CAN-TV studio nor do I have any desire to ever watch one of their programs again. Is this the purpose of public access, to drive the public away and make them feel unwelcome?
I'm seriously trying to put this behind me. I can't get past the feeling that this has soured not only my dream behind this project, but also my feelings toward Chicago's entertainment industry and even Chicago itself. You may say it's only one guy that did this, but really he's just the last in a long stream of people, the proverbial last straw. No hope, no goal, no dream is worth that.
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