My job is to write profiles for attractions and restaurants on the West Coast and Texas for a travel website. I’m sent these assignments from our partner company in California, which is given to them by their clients. While I get a few weird assignments, most of the attractions are pretty vanilla. The data they send me is usually pretty basic, including the name, address, brochure, and website and leaving me to research and put together the rest, as they tend to be a bit disorganized. This is usually no problem, until one day when I’m alone in the office, checking a website for a series of pubs in Texas.
Me: *Opens website. Pauses* Well, that’s not right.
I send quick email to my contact at the partner company. I mull it over for a bit, then decide to call her. I reach her voicemail, so I leave a message. Note that I get really wordy when I’m uncomfortable.
Me: Hi, [Contact]? It’s [Name]. I just sent you an email, but I figured I should actually talk to you about it. Or, I guess, leave you a message about it. So, I’m working on the profiles for Houston that you sent me, and I’ve come across a bit of a problem with [Pub]. You see, I put in the website you sent me, and while it does mention the pub at the top, under that is really just a long, descriptive list of porn links. Like, you-can’t-mistake-them-for-anything-else descriptive porn links. You might want to get in contact with the client to clear this up, because I’m pretty sure that’s not intended. If it is intended, I’m not sure we can have their profile on our site. The email I sent you has the website, so you can check it out yourself. I mean, you can check with the client that this is really their website. So, yeah, if you could talk to [Pub] and give me a call back, that would be really great. Or email me. Either way, just check with them, please.
I hang up, then get to work on other things, trying to put the event out of my mind. A few minute later, I get an email from my contact.
Contact: WOW. After some sleuthing, we have determined that is indeed the correct website. We tried calling the Pub, just to make sure they were aware that they had some questionable content on their website, but it isn’t open yet. Leave that one alone for now and we’ll reach out for materials. Ahh, the joys of profile building….Thanks for providing this morning’s entertainment, we are all cracking up over here!
My boss then comes in, and I tell him about what happened, making him crack up. As I’m relaying the conversation, another email comes in.
Contact: OK, so we were able to get ahold of the bar owners! Apparently the person who originally built their website passed away, so they are aware of the weird content on their website but can’t do anything about it. BUMMER. They gave us a new website. Let me know if you need anything else to build this profile!
Happy to finally have a usable website, I reply.
Me: Ok, I’ll use that. I thought it had been a bit too long since I’d gotten something weird from your clients. I’ll let you know if any more issues come up. Good lord, I can’t believe they sent that website to you, knowing what was on it! Thanks for finding that out. Well, here’s your earworm for the day, then.
*links them to “The Internet is for Porn” from Avenue Q*
I inform my boss of the email and begin working on the profile, when something dawns on me. I poke my head into his office.
Me: Wait, so the client sent the original website KNOWING it had porn on it?!
Boss: And [Partner Company] didn’t bother to check it. You’re truly working with the best there, [Name].