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It has been a full week of complete hell. But the hell I thrive off of. I have barely had time to breathe or pee. I have been on the phone every hour that god sent. Everything has been getting done "just in time", elevating my stress level through the stratosphere.
We busted our proverbial asses getting a quote pulled together for an emergency campaign for a major television network - proving to them that we could shoot four billboards in a week. We casted strippers and cops and nerds, put every subcontractor we could count on on hold, but in the end, they went with a different photographer anyways. Mr. Big and I were extremely disapointed; it was a very exciting campaign that will almost certainly win awards. We really wanted it.
Regardless, the next week and a half is going to be a grind. The job I got for us while the Bigs were away is going beautifully - shaping up to be a great campaign. The ad agency loves Mr Big's shooting style, and is more interested in a collaborative effort. He wants us to bring our own ideas to his table, which is creatively speaking the most ideal place to be.
I spent Saturday sleeping off the week, and reading "A Million Little Pieces". I was troubled by how much of it was a lie; but it didn't make the book any less effecting. I was mostly upset by the notion that the more endearing characters, the ones with gold-hearts, probably never existed. I did enjoy reading it, though, and certainly found it educational. I'm currently into "The Glass Castle", which is another memoir, but more of childhood. It's terrifying and hilarious all at the same time.
Justin got home at 9, and found me napping in bed still. He instructed to get up and get my swim suit; pool party. This is the second impromptu pool party we've attended this week. The last was in the city, on Thurday, thrown by one of Justin's co-workers. A lot of the younger staff were there, and for the first time at a party, I felt old. The house was nice (what I saw of it) but the pool was amazing. It was at the most glorious temperature, and I hapily floated around with my beer.
Last night was even better though. Nick had agreed to drive, and I kidnapped
katrijn_noelle on our way out of the city. Another of Justin's co-workers was house sitting his mother's place - the house he had grown up in. It was in Oakville (strange to go back) but in a different neighborhood than mine. The house was gorgeous, immaculately clean and immaculately decorated. He had a cooler full of beer, and I opened my bottle of wine immediately. People trickled in slowly, there were ten of us in total (I think). Drinking good shiraz in a hot tub is one of the greater things in life. The big dipper was bright and we found the Herdsman. The joints were large and came around frequently. After an hour in the hot tub, the pool was absolutely heavenly. We ended the evening late, after an impromptu barbeque of filet mignon.
We completely passed out when we got home. Katie rode our couch to get a good long air conditioned sleep. She and I went to see The Devil Wears Prada this afternoon, and had a quick shopping trip to Yorkdale, where I continue to try and dress for the job I already have but do not fit into quite yet. I desperately need a little bit of style if I'm going to continue being sent to these meetings.
Plans for NH are becoming clearer, Justin has the time between the 18th and 24th booked off. I'm really looking forward to
marbyco and
mea_tempestas come to town. You two will have to let me know what is going on, when and where you will be staying. In my head, I am imagining a scenario where you two and
smileshine and katie and I throw a tent up in my dad's new backyard and have a big fire and drink wine and talk until we have caught up on the last two years of your life.
We busted our proverbial asses getting a quote pulled together for an emergency campaign for a major television network - proving to them that we could shoot four billboards in a week. We casted strippers and cops and nerds, put every subcontractor we could count on on hold, but in the end, they went with a different photographer anyways. Mr. Big and I were extremely disapointed; it was a very exciting campaign that will almost certainly win awards. We really wanted it.
Regardless, the next week and a half is going to be a grind. The job I got for us while the Bigs were away is going beautifully - shaping up to be a great campaign. The ad agency loves Mr Big's shooting style, and is more interested in a collaborative effort. He wants us to bring our own ideas to his table, which is creatively speaking the most ideal place to be.
I spent Saturday sleeping off the week, and reading "A Million Little Pieces". I was troubled by how much of it was a lie; but it didn't make the book any less effecting. I was mostly upset by the notion that the more endearing characters, the ones with gold-hearts, probably never existed. I did enjoy reading it, though, and certainly found it educational. I'm currently into "The Glass Castle", which is another memoir, but more of childhood. It's terrifying and hilarious all at the same time.
Justin got home at 9, and found me napping in bed still. He instructed to get up and get my swim suit; pool party. This is the second impromptu pool party we've attended this week. The last was in the city, on Thurday, thrown by one of Justin's co-workers. A lot of the younger staff were there, and for the first time at a party, I felt old. The house was nice (what I saw of it) but the pool was amazing. It was at the most glorious temperature, and I hapily floated around with my beer.
Last night was even better though. Nick had agreed to drive, and I kidnapped
katrijn_noelle on our way out of the city. Another of Justin's co-workers was house sitting his mother's place - the house he had grown up in. It was in Oakville (strange to go back) but in a different neighborhood than mine. The house was gorgeous, immaculately clean and immaculately decorated. He had a cooler full of beer, and I opened my bottle of wine immediately. People trickled in slowly, there were ten of us in total (I think). Drinking good shiraz in a hot tub is one of the greater things in life. The big dipper was bright and we found the Herdsman. The joints were large and came around frequently. After an hour in the hot tub, the pool was absolutely heavenly. We ended the evening late, after an impromptu barbeque of filet mignon.
We completely passed out when we got home. Katie rode our couch to get a good long air conditioned sleep. She and I went to see The Devil Wears Prada this afternoon, and had a quick shopping trip to Yorkdale, where I continue to try and dress for the job I already have but do not fit into quite yet. I desperately need a little bit of style if I'm going to continue being sent to these meetings.
Plans for NH are becoming clearer, Justin has the time between the 18th and 24th booked off. I'm really looking forward to
marbyco and
mea_tempestas come to town. You two will have to let me know what is going on, when and where you will be staying. In my head, I am imagining a scenario where you two and
smileshine and katie and I throw a tent up in my dad's new backyard and have a big fire and drink wine and talk until we have caught up on the last two years of your life.