I'm awful at being a "business" person. I went to film school because nothing seemed more awful than leading a life of corporate meetings and paperwork. Unfortunately, even being an editor requires some business savvy, of which I'm proving to have little of this week. A show I worked on every season since it started (I'll refer to it as 'Recognizable People Attempting to Gamble' or RPAG) is coming back and they want me editing two shows of six. Now, I know that they always paid me less than they paid the boys (aka, teacher's pets) but I liked doing the show and it was fun to work on a fairly popular series. Well, now those boys have moved to LA and I'm the only one with the cards, so to speak, to do the show in the time allotted and without starting fresh. Now a nice girl would take what they offer and do a good job and be quiet, right? Turns out I'm getting my business legs because either they up their offer or I'm not doing it. I didn't sleep well last night trying to figure out how I became all about the money and worrying if I'm shooting myself in the foot, but I think I figured it out on the train ride home. See, as much as I like having personal respect for what I do, I think monetary respect makes me feel just the same. Perhaps, someday I can be my own trophy wife! It sort of thrills me that they're needing me more than I need them and if I was replaceable we wouldn't be in the middle of this nutty negotiation thing.