March 11, 2004

  • well,

    i am at work, and it is excruciatingly slow. so slow, that it gets dangerous. like the witching hour, times where clients are not in and there is little to do are eras of famine and disease where blood spills and horrible things occur, as in when one of my three and a half bosses thinks up the Worst possible task and sends me on my way.

    to explain... i work at a post production editorial house that mostly cuts commercials. snickers, skittles, nyse, alot of that crap is us. we are heavily into client curtisy, so if one of our prima donna ass hole clients wants anything, anything at all, one of the running monkeys (me, or now the runner below me ((i'm head runner now, ha))) has to go and "make it so." need a bag of m and ms, but with no brown ones, of course. need a blue pen with a black cap, sure. need a specific type of kosher weiner for your lunch, we'll just send our runners to the tip of manhattan.

    well, its work, and when clients are in house things like this do happen but its mostly just ordering lunch for them and bringing it into the edit suite. but things are busy then. when things get slow, thats when i have to fold 1,000 t-shirts (presents with the company name), or name sound fx (think a thousand files with number names that you need to listen to and otomatopea ((you didn't think that was a verb, did you))). I have nothing to do, and this is very dangerous. must act busy, just keep typing.

    and this is a slice of today's news. stay tuned for more juicy details that mean noting to you.