Tim and I have worked together for just over three years. He manages international publicity for a major Hollywood studio.
I love working with Tim, and think we work well together. He is always responsive, respectful, knowledgeable, and unflappable. He handles any crisis with a calming, how can we fix it attitude.
As with most business relationships, ours began as a simple exchange of information, mostly through emails. Overtime, it evolved into actual phone conversations. And eventually we were able to omit last names when calling each other. Together, Tim and I have brought to BAFTA members 35 films, many with Q&A's. It is a productive and enjoyable partnership.
But still, we've never met. That is, until tonight.
We are screening a soon-to-be released movie, and Tim is in town doing publicity for the film. I arrive at the theater early, and am talking to our theater liaison. Tim is nearby and recognizes me from my voice. I see him and it's as if we've already met.
After the screening (which everyone seems to love), we have dinner at Atlantic Grill. Tim bumps into his company's new Co-Chair who is with a gifted and well-known producer. I am introduced and feel honored just to be in the company of the three of them.
The dinner, as expected, is easy, delicious, and fun. Tim is a charming conversationist and it's close to eleven before we say good-night.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living a double-life.
Tonight I intro a film to 200 or so entertainment professionals.
Then I have dinner with a studio exec.
Early tomorrow I attend a BAFTA board meeting.
And Friday I sell sweaters.
Hmmm. Which one of the above doesn't quite fit?
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