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Well, this labor day, I celebrate with... labor. (And if I don't get holiday pay for it, the sheer irony will crush me).
Working 12-9 tomorrow, the day before I get my new car(!) and halfway through my insane work week this week. I'm working 35 hours this week, and 30 next week, hopefully to rest at about 24-28, overall. (Mind you, that's just at Apple. Maria get another 16.)
Things are going well at both sites-- we're kinda riding out the rest of the rollercoaster with the REBEL project, starting the process of putting the film in the can and shipped to PBS for distribution. It's a massive project, far larger than I had anticipated. I knew about all the paperwork you had to collect during the pre-production and production, but eventually, you have to turn that into a gigantic binder to prove that the doc, to the best of your knowledge, is whole, complete, and without misrepresentation. (I use that phrasing because no documentary is the "truth", only poignant propaganda. Which is not always a bad thing.) While I'm not getting Assistant Producer credit for doing this work with Maria, she tells me I'm fully authorized to put it on my resume in the future, that I will have had my share of experience with that angle, and that I can rightfully call myself that.
As for Apple, the discount for students ends September 16, so we're still in the middle of a student blitz. With kids going back to school and vacations drying up, I was informed that the weekdays are going to get a lot more boring-- and the weekends a lot hairier.
(And that is, literally, the most I can talk about that. I'm under such a gigantic NDA with Apple it's not even funny.)
What else is new? Generally still a little anxious about working for 46+ hours a week, wondering (formlessly, as I've properly budgeted) how I'm going to pay for everything, how I'm ever going to see Lauren (also moot, as we've been chatting very nicely over Skype, and have plans to meet soon), and otherwise tense about things that are working out perfectly fine. The analogy I've used to describe it is like that feeling you get when you haven't done the homework, but the professor doesn't care, and it won't affect your grade... but you still have the guilt and the anxiety. My only problem is that I can't do the homework and rid myself of the feeling.
I plan, with my Tuesday, to buy my car and get the dealer all squared away, and then drive to the Endicott Estate with a picnic lunch and several good books. I plan to bask in the sun, read until I get tired of it, listen to the birdsong and distant children playing, and refill on my 'general good will' quotient. Maybe later that night I will catch some friends and do something social, but my me-time will come soon. My extroverted side gets every chance to shine in the store, but I now get very little time to express the introvert-- to draw, to read, to write, and cloister myself away from the sideshow barker that is my other life.
And, as Lauren would tell you, I do have that kind of duality-- the ENFP and INFJ two-halves. I live to be the center of attention, the professor, the pedagog, the politician, the pop star. I live for the recognition, acclaim and attention. But when I'm tired of that, I love to be reclusive and be by myself, sometimes without even Lauren, and recharge away from everyone, play servant for no man, and express myself without fear of recrimination. I need time to explore questions I can't answer while instructing, decide on issues for myself before helping other come to decisions, understand my own beliefs for when I preach what I practice, and comprehend my own art and artistic process before sharing it with the world.
So, herein will I imitate the sun, and set now to rise once more tomorrow. It's a complete bastardization of the line (Henry IV, part I) but the essence is the same. Or, for those of us who follow a different path, "I sleep now."
-Pen
PS: I do get holiday pay. These guys are nice.
Working 12-9 tomorrow, the day before I get my new car(!) and halfway through my insane work week this week. I'm working 35 hours this week, and 30 next week, hopefully to rest at about 24-28, overall. (Mind you, that's just at Apple. Maria get another 16.)
Things are going well at both sites-- we're kinda riding out the rest of the rollercoaster with the REBEL project, starting the process of putting the film in the can and shipped to PBS for distribution. It's a massive project, far larger than I had anticipated. I knew about all the paperwork you had to collect during the pre-production and production, but eventually, you have to turn that into a gigantic binder to prove that the doc, to the best of your knowledge, is whole, complete, and without misrepresentation. (I use that phrasing because no documentary is the "truth", only poignant propaganda. Which is not always a bad thing.) While I'm not getting Assistant Producer credit for doing this work with Maria, she tells me I'm fully authorized to put it on my resume in the future, that I will have had my share of experience with that angle, and that I can rightfully call myself that.
As for Apple, the discount for students ends September 16, so we're still in the middle of a student blitz. With kids going back to school and vacations drying up, I was informed that the weekdays are going to get a lot more boring-- and the weekends a lot hairier.
(And that is, literally, the most I can talk about that. I'm under such a gigantic NDA with Apple it's not even funny.)
What else is new? Generally still a little anxious about working for 46+ hours a week, wondering (formlessly, as I've properly budgeted) how I'm going to pay for everything, how I'm ever going to see Lauren (also moot, as we've been chatting very nicely over Skype, and have plans to meet soon), and otherwise tense about things that are working out perfectly fine. The analogy I've used to describe it is like that feeling you get when you haven't done the homework, but the professor doesn't care, and it won't affect your grade... but you still have the guilt and the anxiety. My only problem is that I can't do the homework and rid myself of the feeling.
I plan, with my Tuesday, to buy my car and get the dealer all squared away, and then drive to the Endicott Estate with a picnic lunch and several good books. I plan to bask in the sun, read until I get tired of it, listen to the birdsong and distant children playing, and refill on my 'general good will' quotient. Maybe later that night I will catch some friends and do something social, but my me-time will come soon. My extroverted side gets every chance to shine in the store, but I now get very little time to express the introvert-- to draw, to read, to write, and cloister myself away from the sideshow barker that is my other life.
And, as Lauren would tell you, I do have that kind of duality-- the ENFP and INFJ two-halves. I live to be the center of attention, the professor, the pedagog, the politician, the pop star. I live for the recognition, acclaim and attention. But when I'm tired of that, I love to be reclusive and be by myself, sometimes without even Lauren, and recharge away from everyone, play servant for no man, and express myself without fear of recrimination. I need time to explore questions I can't answer while instructing, decide on issues for myself before helping other come to decisions, understand my own beliefs for when I preach what I practice, and comprehend my own art and artistic process before sharing it with the world.
So, herein will I imitate the sun, and set now to rise once more tomorrow. It's a complete bastardization of the line (Henry IV, part I) but the essence is the same. Or, for those of us who follow a different path, "I sleep now."
-Pen
PS: I do get holiday pay. These guys are nice.