Yesterday i was physically incapable of writing my blog. The amount of rage pumping through my veins was overwhelming and probably very dangerous. I felt myself on the verge of a nasty rage overdose! Yesterday i had my first thoughts of killing another human being! It was a day where all sorts of emotions were felt, mostly bad ones. The blinding question running through my mind all day as i run the usual sh*t, mundane, brain shrinking , bullsh*t chores, why the f*ck am i doing this? I signed up to learn about the film industry not how to become a f*cking post woman, tidy a f*cking storage cupboard or how to f*cking buy fruit. I hope you’re sensing that i was very p*ssed, because i was!
Yesterday my fellow skivy, my mr rocking tight skinny jeans decided to be ill again! My day started with the usual runs around Soho… a drop off of a huge(i mean enormous) bag of books and t-shirts to a charity of my choice. She enhusiatically said “You can take it to a charity of your choice”, like it’s going to be a special treat for me! On my way to the Charity shop, whilst struggling with my charitable donations i saw Jenson Button and his girlfriend eating breakfast outside a cafe, looking very normal… in actual reality this was the most exciting part of my day. Surely they could see the bag was too big for me! Later came back to review the final part of the movie i was watching the day before.
After lunch i was summoned to the 3rd floor where i spent the whole afternoon sending out thank you dvd box set’s to people who helped with this specific movie (Ricky Gervais, Kings of Leon etc) and putting together goodie bags for competition winners (i hope they appreciate the amount of actual slave labour that goes into putting those goodie bags together). That’s a tonne of parcels… involving manual labour of carrying huge boxes up and down 3 flights of stairs, then to make things even more interesting i had to take this huge amount of post to the post office, imagine me dragging 3 huge santa post bags through the shopping mall, red faced, p*ssed, verge of crying… thinking why o why am i doing this sh*t? Not that i’m one to play on the sexes, i’m a girl people and well this amount of manual labour is ridiculous. Still i obediantly return to the office and grin and bare it just like i promised myself. I finish the day digging out a huge list of dvd’s from our library and labelling them and filing them in another library.
Today i started my day by finishing off another batch of competition winner parcels including shipping 4 guitars, must admit they were pretty groovy guitars! A run to the art shop to buy photo mount for the only remotely cute guy in the office… let’s call him E. He’s the artwork guy!… more runs to various magazine companies & technicolor. Today i bump into the head of publicity who informs me they have a publicity intern, so i guess that means i’m not helping with the pre-screenings, it was the only thing i had on that i was excited about, liar! He informs me i can help them with something next week, damn publicity people, bullsh*tting is part of their jobs! Mr rocker skinny pants is in today, though he surfs the web all day!
The lady who agreed to meet with me from Acquisitions & Production has a somewhat selective memory and looked very confused and dazed when i pulled her up on our meeting (definitely needed shaking a little), she will try to meet me tom, i have to remind her tom in case she forgets. She also protectively asked what i needed to talk to her about despite the fact i’ve already told her. I’m sorry how does one forget…probably more like she doesn’t want to help… Hopefully i will be able to get some useful information still but i get the feeling it’s going to be like trying to hack into the KGB (Russian CIA)!!
PM i send an email out, sucker for my own punishment obviously offering my services if anybody needs help. Annoying “Re-organise and clean out storage cupboard” lady is straight on it, asking what the status of her cupboard is? She comes and checks herself… i didn’t come here to tidy the storage cupboard, i come to learn about the business. I summon Mr skinny pants to help me, hell no, if i’m feeling the pain then you’re gonna too. Mr skinny pants is actually a nice guy…
End PM looks a little bit more optimistic, the head of theatrical distribution summons me to do some work for him, and wow i actually get to use my brain on this one and he has given me the capacity to improve the process and he said it will be perfect preparation for our meeting now rescheduled to Monday. I see people around me give me the funny eyes as he passes me his card and tells me to call him if i have problems, they later say that do i know he is very important? Hell yes, i know, that’s why i asked for a meeting! This is the first non sh*tty, really interesting task i have been given. Looking at preview, opening weekend sales figures for theatrical releases and competing movies/distributors. Will have to ensure i do a great job for him!
Today i manage to escape the humiliating post task, i ask Mr skinny pants to do it and he agrees, he informs me today there is 3 huge bags… i laugh/smile in an evil manner as he walks off(mwuh mwuh mwah)… until tom that is!
This project is supposed to last one month minimum, i did not embark on this project to do such idiotic, non film related tasks. My arms/legs ache, my nails are chipped and my energy is physically drained. I believe in trying things and assessing the situation, if things do not improve then i will not be dedicating myself to this for longer than a month. I will focus on trying to get into a more specific area next time.
Yours,
Runb1tchrun