Oi. I've been slackin' on the ol Blog. After Labor Day Weekend, due to a family emergency within the crew, production was suspended for two more weekends. The last one I spent at my moms, despite the fact I had to drive all night Friday and leave early Sunday. I did get to see my family and have a nice breakfast with friends at the local cafe...complete with the town creep starring at us every time we looked over. Seriously, this guy I was warned about when I worked at the 50's Diner (that is no more). He seriously looks like he stepped off of To Catch A Predator. Anyways, without posting a picture of him I can't really depict how creepy he is. It's not normal staring, it's more like "I'm eye molesting you and will dream about it tonight".
Last weekend we filmed again. It was wonderful seeing everyone, despite the waking up early part on the weekend. I did manage to squeeze in a little nap on set during breaks. The weather was nice and all was grand!
Anyways, awhile ago I mentioned this lady who used our office's lobby as her own personal chat room. The first time I assumed she was the wife of one of our new staff. The second time after I saw her leave one of the doors of the other business that takes up half of the bottom and half of our floor in our building I assumed maybe she didn't know, despite the huge logo of our own company behind us. She would just chat away and say "Oh I'm just taking a break". I would try to give her the look to imply this is the wrong place but she was too busy. As soon as she was done with the call she would hop up and leave.
Yesterday she comes in leaving a friend by the elevators that are right outside our door. She comes in, phone in hand, and asks if she can have a seat. I look at her with a raised brow. First off, it's distracting enough when people are talking loudly out by the elevators (which her co-workers do). Second, what would make anyone thing that this is appropriate? Politely, I shake my head and tell her that I'm sorry I'm working (I wanted to say you stupid cow this is a private business and if you can't make that call at your own office, perhaps you need to make it on your own time such as lunch). She scoffs, throws up her hands, and went something to the effect, "So you won't let me sit?" and she turns around and leaves. As she is doing so, she says to her friend, "Ya well I can't make my call now because she (sarcastically) is 'working'!" WTF? Seriously? Really? You are going to get mad because I didn't want you using our business for your personally lobby? There's a lobby for all of us to use right down on the first floor. Or are you afraid your boss will catch you and you know you aren't supposed to be making calls at work? Now I have to worry about running into her snotty ass in the shared bathroom.
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
September 25, 2009
August 17, 2009
Sunday Funday
Working 7 days a week is kicking my ass. For the most part, I am the type who likes to stay contantly busy because I have a lot of nervous energy. When I'm not working on the weekends I still feel like I am obligated to enjoy as much of the day as possible. Hopefully it is something productive whether it be the gym, grocery shopping, cleaning or seeing friends. With the film, I am basically having to get up at the same time that I have to for my day job.
During the week it goes like this:
4:40 am: Get up and turn off the radio. I like to put on Coast to Coast AM at night but unfortunately it's on a FOX station so in the morning I wake up to the angry rants of some republican talking about "that BLACK president". Really guys? Because I thought he was totally 100% Irish. Anyways, I get up and start the coffee and turn on the news in the front room. I then take a shower (I wash my hair at night but I like to freshen up in the mornings) and then I put my lotion and reset my alarm.
5:22 am (don't ask WHY this time): I then hit the snooze and have to think about how badly I do not want to leave the bed (risking my dozing back off).
So during the weekend, I still wake up at 4:40, but I get to sleep until 6. Yesterday I woke up to what I thougth was my alarm and I hoped into the shower. When I got back to bed, I saw the clock now said 4 am. WTF? I know I at least took 10 minutes. MMMM....so I basically got up at 3:50 without question because I am so use to being tired, I can't tell 3:50 from 4:40. I also was under the impression that it was Monday. Thank realized that before I hopped into my car and headed the opposite direciton of the set.
During the week it goes like this:
4:40 am: Get up and turn off the radio. I like to put on Coast to Coast AM at night but unfortunately it's on a FOX station so in the morning I wake up to the angry rants of some republican talking about "that BLACK president". Really guys? Because I thought he was totally 100% Irish. Anyways, I get up and start the coffee and turn on the news in the front room. I then take a shower (I wash my hair at night but I like to freshen up in the mornings) and then I put my lotion and reset my alarm.
5:22 am (don't ask WHY this time): I then hit the snooze and have to think about how badly I do not want to leave the bed (risking my dozing back off).
So during the weekend, I still wake up at 4:40, but I get to sleep until 6. Yesterday I woke up to what I thougth was my alarm and I hoped into the shower. When I got back to bed, I saw the clock now said 4 am. WTF? I know I at least took 10 minutes. MMMM....so I basically got up at 3:50 without question because I am so use to being tired, I can't tell 3:50 from 4:40. I also was under the impression that it was Monday. Thank realized that before I hopped into my car and headed the opposite direciton of the set.
August 13, 2009
The Leftover
I found this when I logged in this morning. I noticed my mouse was kinda messy...but I SWEAR I don't live like this! LOL
It made me feel better when she told me that she had to rush to an appointment after waking up late and ending up having to eat in the car. She had to walk a candidate onsite for his first day and meet the manager. She she got back, she noticed she had peanut butter all over her face. We are a class act!
From: Co Worker
Sent: Wednesday, August 12, 2009 6:52 PM
To: Nerdy Girl
Subject: IMG00106.jpg
I'm sitting at your desk and had to let you know that it is covered in
food crumbs. Your mousepad has a pile of chocolate crumbs on it.
I am cracking up right now. Check out the picture. :)
It made me feel better when she told me that she had to rush to an appointment after waking up late and ending up having to eat in the car. She had to walk a candidate onsite for his first day and meet the manager. She she got back, she noticed she had peanut butter all over her face. We are a class act!
August 12, 2009
Thank God I Belong to 24 Hour
Holy hell!
Today was our building's annual tenant BBQ. There are three buildings in our complex, so that = lots of food. Now I am usually on a very basic diet. I graze all day but I don't tend to eat heavy meals. This is partially for weight control and partially because I am too tired to cook. But when I do eat, I EAT GOOD. My manager (well no longer as her role has transitioned), me, and the other admin at the time would go to happy hour when we would get bonuses and order everything on the menu. No lie. Now keep in mind we are all small girls, so the look on the waiters' faces was priceless. They had shot and doubt in their eyes, all at once. We would never disappoint. Everything we ordered would be gone, because we didn't want to waste anything!
So anyways my my former manager was really excited because she missed last years BBQ. We head down there and are one of the first few there. We grab these bad ass plates that have the fork, spoon, and knife hooked on as well as a spot for butter and a little hook in case you had a wine glass (damn). We start with the salad. Then pasta. Then coleslaw. I took some potatoes too. Oh and we got the cornbread...I got a 1/4 hamburger and so did she...and she also got some salmon. We head over to the dessert/condiments section. I start piling on the goods to my burger and some stuff topples over, which my manager thankfully catches. We then spot some shortcake that we put into a bowl and help each other as we pour strawberries and whipped cream all over it...but then we had to figure out how to stack the bowl on top of the plate of heaping food. Turning around carefully, we see some huge ass brownies and stack them on top of the shortcake. Somehow we also managed to get a glass of lemonade while waddling back towards our building. You should have seen the stares we got. Some laughed, others just had wide open eyes and gaping mouths. Two guys offered to help us but we said we were fine and that we had to go to another building anyways. The trickiest part was trying to open the door to get inside.
Good times!
Today was our building's annual tenant BBQ. There are three buildings in our complex, so that = lots of food. Now I am usually on a very basic diet. I graze all day but I don't tend to eat heavy meals. This is partially for weight control and partially because I am too tired to cook. But when I do eat, I EAT GOOD. My manager (well no longer as her role has transitioned), me, and the other admin at the time would go to happy hour when we would get bonuses and order everything on the menu. No lie. Now keep in mind we are all small girls, so the look on the waiters' faces was priceless. They had shot and doubt in their eyes, all at once. We would never disappoint. Everything we ordered would be gone, because we didn't want to waste anything!
So anyways my my former manager was really excited because she missed last years BBQ. We head down there and are one of the first few there. We grab these bad ass plates that have the fork, spoon, and knife hooked on as well as a spot for butter and a little hook in case you had a wine glass (damn). We start with the salad. Then pasta. Then coleslaw. I took some potatoes too. Oh and we got the cornbread...I got a 1/4 hamburger and so did she...and she also got some salmon. We head over to the dessert/condiments section. I start piling on the goods to my burger and some stuff topples over, which my manager thankfully catches. We then spot some shortcake that we put into a bowl and help each other as we pour strawberries and whipped cream all over it...but then we had to figure out how to stack the bowl on top of the plate of heaping food. Turning around carefully, we see some huge ass brownies and stack them on top of the shortcake. Somehow we also managed to get a glass of lemonade while waddling back towards our building. You should have seen the stares we got. Some laughed, others just had wide open eyes and gaping mouths. Two guys offered to help us but we said we were fine and that we had to go to another building anyways. The trickiest part was trying to open the door to get inside.
Good times!
August 05, 2009
Burning the Candle at Both Ends
I don't like posting anything personal, because once it's out there it's out there for anyone to read. Sometimes I don't mind, but when it comes to showing my insecurities, that is one thing I don't like.
I am just so flustered lately. Working 7 days a week none stop is wearing me down. I love the film with a passion. Although I work 26 hours or more on set, when I am there I feel like there is a purpose. I might not see pay for awhile, but there is a reason I am there. I am contributing to a creative effort. No matter how hard it can get, I feel at ease. At my day job, I love everyone I work with and I love the benefits. I just feel that lately I am slacking (which is ironic because I've been putting in OT). I just feel like I could do more. Maybe I don't feel like I am putting my full effort into things and because of my job role transitioning to sales and recruiting, I am letting my ego get in the way. I went from having my own set of tasks while doing a little support, to full blown support and I feel like I may be resentful. I shouldn't feel like that. Even if I do feel like I am having too much pushed on me, I need to buck up. Work isn't my life, but it is a necessity to live it. I just need a moment to breath and start over. It's never too late to start everything over like it is brand new. I am just always afraid people are thinking I am lazy or not wanting to take orders. I would hate for someone to think that about me. I constantly feel like I am letting people down and I am just Miss Fumbles around doing half ass work and can't remember simple basic things. I don't want to be perfect, but I don't want my "best" to be less then everyone else.
How can I get out of this rut? I'm not complaining that I work 66 hours in a week. It's a necessity and it's what I gotta do. I just need to know how I can have passion with all that I do and have that fresh feeling.
I am just so flustered lately. Working 7 days a week none stop is wearing me down. I love the film with a passion. Although I work 26 hours or more on set, when I am there I feel like there is a purpose. I might not see pay for awhile, but there is a reason I am there. I am contributing to a creative effort. No matter how hard it can get, I feel at ease. At my day job, I love everyone I work with and I love the benefits. I just feel that lately I am slacking (which is ironic because I've been putting in OT). I just feel like I could do more. Maybe I don't feel like I am putting my full effort into things and because of my job role transitioning to sales and recruiting, I am letting my ego get in the way. I went from having my own set of tasks while doing a little support, to full blown support and I feel like I may be resentful. I shouldn't feel like that. Even if I do feel like I am having too much pushed on me, I need to buck up. Work isn't my life, but it is a necessity to live it. I just need a moment to breath and start over. It's never too late to start everything over like it is brand new. I am just always afraid people are thinking I am lazy or not wanting to take orders. I would hate for someone to think that about me. I constantly feel like I am letting people down and I am just Miss Fumbles around doing half ass work and can't remember simple basic things. I don't want to be perfect, but I don't want my "best" to be less then everyone else.
How can I get out of this rut? I'm not complaining that I work 66 hours in a week. It's a necessity and it's what I gotta do. I just need to know how I can have passion with all that I do and have that fresh feeling.
July 30, 2009
Seattle's Wrath
Yikes.
For all of you in Seattle, you know what I'm talking about....
After this crazy winter (and me being iced in my apartment for a week all by my lonesome) the other extreme side of the spectrum is just as baffling. Thank GOD my mom blessed me with an AC last year. My first year in this apartment was miserable and it was no where near this hot. Last year was more bearable with the AC and two fans. But now? It's still warm. I gave up on my bedroom. I moved the litter box to the hall and shut my bedroom and bathroom doors. I moved the fan that was near my bed outside so I could cool down one area as much as possible. I found Rodney with her legs spread, vajayjay pressed up against the fat. *For those of you who don't know, Rodney is one of my kitties, and she is a she. Xander always likes it on the warm side, so he doesn't seem to bother. I'm a little worried about power outages. I would roast if it was to go off. I'm pretty sure my neighbors don't have AC so they are heating me up like someone threw me in an oven. I'm dreading this weekend. I am hoping it cools down a little before I have to spend time in a metal shed with hot lights and camera equipment. It was bad enough last weekend when it wasn't as hot.
Tuesday I got a new tuner put in my car because my ghetto radio transmitter for my iPod quit. Sad thing is it cost 80 dollars but would only work on certain parts of certain freeways during certain times of the day. I spent more time trying to hold on it, sit on it, and do anything I could to get some sort of good noise. Now I am worry free! I have all my songs and the tip of my finger thanks to the handy connector in my glove box. SWEET! My CD player I had would eat CDs anyways, so I figured with all the time I spend commuting, why not? Thankfully they got my car in early, but I still had to spend over an hour wandering around Best Buy drooling over all the stuff I wish I could buy (stuff for my Wii, Macbook, cameras, TVs). I kept getting bugged by workers asking if I needed help. Why is it when I actually am wandering the store for something I need you can't manage to make eye contact with anyone to save your life but when you are just trying to pass time you have them jumping out of corners with their little name tags on?
Today...today was insane. I didn't even get a lunch break. My hair is greasy from running my fingers thru it as I frantically try to get everything (and there is like 100 things) done while my habit of clenching my teeth when under pressure is giving my a horrid headache. I'd ask if it's Friday yet, but that just means it's almost time to roast in the metal box!
For all of you in Seattle, you know what I'm talking about....
After this crazy winter (and me being iced in my apartment for a week all by my lonesome) the other extreme side of the spectrum is just as baffling. Thank GOD my mom blessed me with an AC last year. My first year in this apartment was miserable and it was no where near this hot. Last year was more bearable with the AC and two fans. But now? It's still warm. I gave up on my bedroom. I moved the litter box to the hall and shut my bedroom and bathroom doors. I moved the fan that was near my bed outside so I could cool down one area as much as possible. I found Rodney with her legs spread, vajayjay pressed up against the fat. *For those of you who don't know, Rodney is one of my kitties, and she is a she. Xander always likes it on the warm side, so he doesn't seem to bother. I'm a little worried about power outages. I would roast if it was to go off. I'm pretty sure my neighbors don't have AC so they are heating me up like someone threw me in an oven. I'm dreading this weekend. I am hoping it cools down a little before I have to spend time in a metal shed with hot lights and camera equipment. It was bad enough last weekend when it wasn't as hot.
Tuesday I got a new tuner put in my car because my ghetto radio transmitter for my iPod quit. Sad thing is it cost 80 dollars but would only work on certain parts of certain freeways during certain times of the day. I spent more time trying to hold on it, sit on it, and do anything I could to get some sort of good noise. Now I am worry free! I have all my songs and the tip of my finger thanks to the handy connector in my glove box. SWEET! My CD player I had would eat CDs anyways, so I figured with all the time I spend commuting, why not? Thankfully they got my car in early, but I still had to spend over an hour wandering around Best Buy drooling over all the stuff I wish I could buy (stuff for my Wii, Macbook, cameras, TVs). I kept getting bugged by workers asking if I needed help. Why is it when I actually am wandering the store for something I need you can't manage to make eye contact with anyone to save your life but when you are just trying to pass time you have them jumping out of corners with their little name tags on?
Today...today was insane. I didn't even get a lunch break. My hair is greasy from running my fingers thru it as I frantically try to get everything (and there is like 100 things) done while my habit of clenching my teeth when under pressure is giving my a horrid headache. I'd ask if it's Friday yet, but that just means it's almost time to roast in the metal box!
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