So we left off with the phone ringing ten days after launching the Rube. It was July 20th at precisely 6:57PM EST. Kevin had already gone home for the day and I was actually just about to myself. The phone rang. An area code I wasn’t familiar with and so (due to my love of telemarketing…) a quick search got me the info that it was a legit number/area code and I answered before it went to voicemail. On the line was a ad producer, let’s call him Owen, who was putting up a pitch to a major US retailer (I’m not at liberty to say who until the official release, sorry) for a Rube Goldberg machine. He wanted to know if we’d be interested…
To be honest I was embarrassingly excited during this entire phone call. The whole time I was attempting to be professional and curt, take proper notes and respond with appropriate feedback but during the length of the call all I could think was “HA! A phone call! It worked!”. I should clarify when I thought “it worked” what I meant isn’t that I got more contracts from my own Rube, simply that we got some attention. That’s really all I was ever after and from what I gathered from the call it was going to be a long shot that the client would approve the idea to begin with, so I never really got my hopes too high.
The days forward were partially filled with more back-and-forth with Owen. Their Rube had some interested qualities to it and we needed to let them know our thoughts, what we were capable of, timelines etc… Fairly standard stuff, really. As days past we continued working like normal while being told from Owen that we’d hear a decision very shortly. Well a week went by and now we hadn’t heard from him at all. We’ve all been there, things go south and people quickly lose track of who they were talking to and you essentially never hear from them again. It’s never anything personal, it’s somewhat less professional, but it happens fairly often and we all take it for what it is. Still, from my brief phone chats and correspondence with him, it didn’t seem Owen’s style.
C’est la vie, it was nice that we got the attention regardless. But then, out of real surprise, an email. A golden nugget of unexpected chaos came into my inbox from Owen. ”dude, the client said YES”. This is directly taken from an email I received three weeks after the initial phone call. My jaw would have dropped if I was able to move. The reason I was so excited about this project in particular is because of it’s lineage. This all spawned from a crazy idea I had seven months prior. Something completely… well… out-there and wacky. I was just thrilled to know that you can be truly crazy for the most part yet still achieve a measurable sum of success.
Back to reality. The lines immediately following 2D being awarded the contract were as terrifying as “dude, the client said YES” was delightful. The deadline was a matter of weeks, the client wanted drawing the next morning, and there were roughly 1,250 emails to be exchanged before we could even get our hands on the materials (this is a themed Rube, by the way) from the client to start building or thinking of elements for the machine. Sheer joy lasted about eight nano-seconds. There would be time for joy later. Now it was business time.
—- To be continued…
David Dvir