Yesterday, TMZ reported that Steven Slater, the JetBlue flight attendant who gave us courage to quit our jobs and run naked down the beach next to Pamela Anderson in righteous glory and freedom, was offered a spot as a host of a reality TV show. If he accepts the deal, he’ll coach other disgruntled employees on the importance of dramatic exits and sticking it to their bosses by taking two of their favorite beverages from their personal coolers, and educating them that the best place to glue a thumbtack to a chair isn’t actually in the middle: but rather in all four corners!
Slater held a press conference last Thursday where he said he’d like to return to work, presumably as something to do when he’s not on the beach or hanging out with Barry Manilow (I’m more serious about that than getting an F on a Civil Rights test). JetBlue hasn’t hired him back because they refuse to believe the Village People will never be (and have never been) any good.
But this story is far from over! Today, RadarOnline learned Slater hired Hollywood publicist Howard Bragman to sort his mail into the categories of “potential endorsements,” “Hollywood opportunities,” and “up and coming airline and/or airplane puns that can be used in other occupations.” Also among Bragman’s duties is the responsibility of making sure, if the reality show opportunity is real, Slater navigates the waters as deftly as the Oscar Meyer Mobile would going down his plane’s inflated slide. On his Facebook page (and probably on his MySpace, too), Bragman stated, “I can officially confirm that I am now representing Steven Slater. While my work will include media relations, my team at Fifteen Minutes and I will also be helping him sort out the scores of offers that have come through in the past week from media, producers, brands and other interested parties. I very much believe that Steven touched a nerve with the American people and am proud to be helping him tell his story at the appropriate time in the appropriate way.”
He certainly HAS resonated with us! The economy, the impending mosque near Ground Zero, and a sequel to Nanny McPhee has made us not wanna take it anymore. Clearly, we have an ally in our quest to swipe beer from our employers, while causing a scene, while flipping the birds to everyone who’s too lazy to drive from Philadelphia to New York.