STAFF NOTICE · MANDATORY READING
BOW DOWN 🙇
There is a Pomeranian on the Costa del Sol who believes he runs a television company. Legally, he doesn't. Emotionally, completely.
THE EGO
✨ THE EGO HAS LANDED.
Bear's confidence is astonishing for an executive who has never opened a laptop. He struts into every room like he greenlit it. He accepts applause he has not earned and chicken he absolutely has. When a client praises the edit, he wags. It was not his edit. He knows. He wags anyway.
- 👑 Refers to himself in the third person. Technically we do it for him, but the energy is his.
- 🪞 Demands the good chair. Gets it. Every time. We pretend it was our idea.
- 🎺 Expects a hero's welcome after a four-minute absence. Receives one. Standards must be kept.
- 📸 Believes every camera is for him. On this website, statistically, he's right.
THE HIERARCHY
✨ WHO ACTUALLY RUNS THIS PLACE?
On paper: David. Twenty years of UK telly, the awards, the contacts, the actual company. In practice: David answers to Roman, Roman answers to the schedule, the schedule answers to Bear's nap. Follow the chain of command far enough up and there's a small dog asleep on it.
He's not the real boss. Everyone knows. Nobody says it. The last person who said it out loud got the stare, and the stare is worse than any email.
CAUGHT MID-WORSHIP
KEEP SNOOPING
🐶 SEEN THE BOSS. NOW MEET THE STAFF.
The humans who do the actual work while Bear takes the actual credit. Start with the cast. He insists you don't. All the more reason.
LEGAL NOTE: BEAR IS NOT, IN ANY BINDING SENSE, THE BOSS OF BALLSY.TV. HE DISPUTES THIS. THE MATTER IS ONGOING. 🐾
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