My phone bills are going to make my parents scream...
I make so many fricking calls for work...
I make telemarketers look like slackers...
Ika Somen+Uni...super cool dish...
I am glad..
free...
that my 56 page transcript is complete...
haha..
I have never worked this hard in my life.
goodness...
the media is hectic man..
and being on call actually means..
we need you to work 24/7...
haha..
and right now..with the TX dates of the program fast approaching..
the tension on the set..and between collegues is tightening..
the producers are more snappy,
things are piling up...
and I'm getting frequently shouted at..
I feel I may one day blow up..
but...
I normally implode..so..
when I get all dark gloomy and reclusive next time I meet you..
you probably knew what happened..
anyway,
back to the real world...
in which my job does not and should not play and active part in developing my better nature..
I've finally gotten my digital camera..
the T7
which I was supposed to get last year..
but can't complain now..
its sleek sexy and seductive...
(don't I wish it were a girl....)...
Started on driving..
hopefully I can do my Basic theory next week..
I'll be discussing my Japan trip with a travel agent friend later...
still got a bit more things for work to settle
then I'll get down to more relaxing stuff...
like finally listening to that vocal training cd Yong Xin past to me...
(my fricking wisdom tooth is hurting as I type this...ow..thankfully it looks like a keeper...)
sigh..
I am...
an unresolved issue...
and I woke up today thinking...
and within a few min thought that I had something to do..
then it struck me...
I have yet to do my RoTN holiday assignment from last last year..
wow....
sigh...
I've been blogging about work...
and this is no exception...
but I'll try to keep it to a minimum...
...
so let me first start off by saying...
*forgive my language...
I am seriously underfucking paid...!!
yes..I get paid less than Mcdonald personnel..by the way...
for the work I do...
T_T...yes...
I work about 3 consecutive days of 10+ hour shifts...
each time.....
lugging equipment...
logging...
liason with talents...
and basically alot of running here and there...
production monkey to be exact...
I feel like typing somemore..
but I'm currently being hounded by 2 producers..
and they're out my blood...
scary shit..
when Matchbox Twenty wrote 'Bright lights'
they essentially captured the physical essence of showbiz..
besides the outdoor shots...every single shot basically needs a hell lot of lights..
everywhere.....and it gets hot under those lights...
pretty hot...and my job profile includes tissue boy so I have to make sure they clean that sweat..
one of the not so glamourous things about my job..
nothing in life comes easy...
and my job is pissing the shit out of me...
and right now..
one of my producers left the project..
the most easiest to work with guy quit..
that's not right man...
everyday...when I finish work..
I exit with this death aura of negative energy with mode set to genocide..
I literally feel like shit...and all..
ugh...
Release yourself