I met the 2nd Dax actor at a convention in 1999. She was big mad during the autograph signing, because her agent told her she’d get money for each autograph, on top of the money they paid her to be part of a special signing event.
How would you feel if I forced you to tediously sit in one spot for six hours and repeatedly sign your name on hundreds of useless and worthless photos of yourself, and also be forced to politely interact with thousands of strangers all day, without getting paid?
I met the 2nd Dax actor at a convention in 1999. She was big mad during the autograph signing, because her agent told her she’d get money for each autograph, on top of the money they paid her to be part of a special signing event.
How would you feel if I forced you to tediously sit in one spot for six hours and repeatedly sign your name on hundreds of useless and worthless photos of yourself, and also be forced to politely interact with thousands of strangers all day, without getting paid?