Working too much=just right
I was online at the office for the movie we're filming (Coming Around, which is now using "Predestination" as it's working title, it'll be something different next week) we were doing storyboarding for our executive producer in Connecticut (Tom Toomey who's giving us fifty grand worth of shooting equiptment...including a trucking device for street shooting...which is properly orgasmic I assure you) and it was twelve fifty two am, so we decided to take a five minute break.
Keep in mind I had already worked an eight hour day at my survival job.
So someone from my survival job was online and was like "where are you right now that you have internet access?" I said, "the office", she was like "ITS ALMOST ONE AM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT THE OFFICE?!?!", to which I replied, "working". She continued to be baffled, then it occured to me that on my mind was only, "where else would I be at close to One AM on a tuesday night if not the office? The idea of anything else is inconcevable (a word I've become incresingly fond of because I've been reading The Princess Bride by William Golding...coincidentally I've become fond of parenthesis as well).
So somewhere along my journey in life I've gone from a guy in eighth grade whom didn't even want to do his spelling units to someone who now seems to think it's absolutely absurd to not be working sixteen hour days. We ended up working until two thirty that night, then I went to work at the survival job for nine am...and to me this is normal.
I should become famous soon or I'm gonna die young.
Cheers,
D.
Ps. Please don't take this post as a negative, I love the work I do, it is my vacation, please give me more, sleep when I'm dead, woooooooooo!
Keep in mind I had already worked an eight hour day at my survival job.
So someone from my survival job was online and was like "where are you right now that you have internet access?" I said, "the office", she was like "ITS ALMOST ONE AM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT THE OFFICE?!?!", to which I replied, "working". She continued to be baffled, then it occured to me that on my mind was only, "where else would I be at close to One AM on a tuesday night if not the office? The idea of anything else is inconcevable (a word I've become incresingly fond of because I've been reading The Princess Bride by William Golding...coincidentally I've become fond of parenthesis as well).
So somewhere along my journey in life I've gone from a guy in eighth grade whom didn't even want to do his spelling units to someone who now seems to think it's absolutely absurd to not be working sixteen hour days. We ended up working until two thirty that night, then I went to work at the survival job for nine am...and to me this is normal.
I should become famous soon or I'm gonna die young.
Cheers,
D.
Ps. Please don't take this post as a negative, I love the work I do, it is my vacation, please give me more, sleep when I'm dead, woooooooooo!