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I should probably clarify that my last post was talking about my parents not getting the industry I work in. For the most part I do love my parents and I like spending time with them. And I like coming home every possible weekend.
I'm clarifying because my mom just called and was shocked when I suggested we go see Nancy Drew next week. We used to read the books together when I was about in junior high, so it just feels appropriate that we see the movie and see if it's any good. She said she had the impression that I felt like she was butting in. That's not really the case. I like family time. I was just really frustrated that they're always telling me how to do my job. The thing is this is a very different kind of job than any they've ever had. Plus a privately owned studio is drastically different.
That's partly why I want to work for Universal. Besides that being a lifelong dream of mine, a company like that would have a set work schedule most of the time. Besides specific problems it'd be strictly "In at (enter time here) and out at (exit time here)." I'd prefer that. My schedule lately is getting on my nerves.
I come in the same time every day, 3:30. I hate coming in that late. To me I've already wasted the whole day by then. It's a bad system and it gets me too used to sleeping till noon or later, which to be honest is not as appealing as it sounds. Sleeping through daylight just makes me more lethargic, no matter when I went to bed. I'd like to come in when the studio opens (11) every day. I'd love that. But they're always saying to just come in in the afternoon, and even then after 2 hours at most I've finished everything I can possibly do. If I sit around waiting for something else I'm going to look lazy and in the way.
I tried the calling in system, but then I just NEVER went in. As much as I hate the walk, I NEED TO BE THERE EVERYDAY! And I want to. I like that I can take Fridays off at will, but at the same time...
I don't even KNOW what Fridays to come in. Like today. I planned my whole weekend around staying in Hollywood because last weekend they did a ton of work without me. That's several hours I could've knocked off my time and made myself more known among the staff at the studio, and I'd been told to go home. This weekend, I really really wanted to go home. I mean really. I'm sick, depressed, feeling very unloved (which is my own fault for not having friends, but how am I supposed to make friends out here?), and I miss my parents.
But, because of what I missed out on last weekend, (which was worth it cuz I did have fun not working last weekend, I won't lie) I decided to stay in Hollywood and go in today and tomorrow.
I get to the studio, the gate's wide open. But my first sign was the missing motorcycle. Guy (I don't know if he spells it that way) is an engineer at the studio who always has his bike parked in the short pathway to the door. Today it wasn't there, which was already a red flag. I walked up to the door and it was locked. I rang the call bell. Nobody let me in. I rang it several more times. After 15 minutes I sat down on the bench and waited. And in the meantime I called everyone who's number I had about "Hey...is anyone here today?" See I know you're all saying I should've done that before leaving, but the thing being I used to call everyday to ask when to come in. They always responded with "There's nothing to do but clean. Take the day off." That's not good. So I started my system of just showing up and cleaning without being asked.
Nobody answered their phones, no one called me back. So I called my mom and told her what was going on and she said "I guess...I guess you may as well go home then. I mean if no one's unlocking the door I guess no one's there." Well the lights are on and the doors inside are open. I know they lock the front door sometimes, but they always let me in when I ring the call button.
By 4:00, I'd realized it was a lost cause. I walked home. I was very angry the entire way. Don (the manager) called once I'd been home for about 15 minutes (4:45) but I missed the call and was unwilling to call him back. What would I say? "Well I was trying to see if anyone was there today and if I could do anything. But since I waited a half hour and no one let me in I already walked home and I'm tired." That would've sounded bad. There's no other way to say it. I figured my best bet is to just not call him back.
And in the mean time, I don't have my hours signed. I'm going to call Stephen and ask about sessions probably. He's cool about signing that stuff. But of course I need them signed Monday in order to turn my hours in on time.
Bastards. I'm not going in tomorrow. They're not doing this to me again. Tomorrow I'm going out with my parents. They're stopping by in the afternoon and we'll see what there is to do that's not expensive. Probably renewing my lease for 3 months. We've decided to put me on the waiting list for September 1st for the apartment building I really want to be in.
My parents don't seem to understand why I really want to be there. Bigger room, I can have Kenny live with me no extra charge, BALCONY, plus the other stuff I'd get here for LESS RENT!
This place sucks hardcore. I can't even begin to list it all. Though I'm not looking forward to going in there with my parents. They make the managers mad EVERY time. Not without reason, the managers are terrible here and need to be taken down a notch. But even if I don't say a word they'll take out any anger they have towards my parents on ME.
What a long day.
I'm clarifying because my mom just called and was shocked when I suggested we go see Nancy Drew next week. We used to read the books together when I was about in junior high, so it just feels appropriate that we see the movie and see if it's any good. She said she had the impression that I felt like she was butting in. That's not really the case. I like family time. I was just really frustrated that they're always telling me how to do my job. The thing is this is a very different kind of job than any they've ever had. Plus a privately owned studio is drastically different.
That's partly why I want to work for Universal. Besides that being a lifelong dream of mine, a company like that would have a set work schedule most of the time. Besides specific problems it'd be strictly "In at (enter time here) and out at (exit time here)." I'd prefer that. My schedule lately is getting on my nerves.
I come in the same time every day, 3:30. I hate coming in that late. To me I've already wasted the whole day by then. It's a bad system and it gets me too used to sleeping till noon or later, which to be honest is not as appealing as it sounds. Sleeping through daylight just makes me more lethargic, no matter when I went to bed. I'd like to come in when the studio opens (11) every day. I'd love that. But they're always saying to just come in in the afternoon, and even then after 2 hours at most I've finished everything I can possibly do. If I sit around waiting for something else I'm going to look lazy and in the way.
I tried the calling in system, but then I just NEVER went in. As much as I hate the walk, I NEED TO BE THERE EVERYDAY! And I want to. I like that I can take Fridays off at will, but at the same time...
I don't even KNOW what Fridays to come in. Like today. I planned my whole weekend around staying in Hollywood because last weekend they did a ton of work without me. That's several hours I could've knocked off my time and made myself more known among the staff at the studio, and I'd been told to go home. This weekend, I really really wanted to go home. I mean really. I'm sick, depressed, feeling very unloved (which is my own fault for not having friends, but how am I supposed to make friends out here?), and I miss my parents.
But, because of what I missed out on last weekend, (which was worth it cuz I did have fun not working last weekend, I won't lie) I decided to stay in Hollywood and go in today and tomorrow.
I get to the studio, the gate's wide open. But my first sign was the missing motorcycle. Guy (I don't know if he spells it that way) is an engineer at the studio who always has his bike parked in the short pathway to the door. Today it wasn't there, which was already a red flag. I walked up to the door and it was locked. I rang the call bell. Nobody let me in. I rang it several more times. After 15 minutes I sat down on the bench and waited. And in the meantime I called everyone who's number I had about "Hey...is anyone here today?" See I know you're all saying I should've done that before leaving, but the thing being I used to call everyday to ask when to come in. They always responded with "There's nothing to do but clean. Take the day off." That's not good. So I started my system of just showing up and cleaning without being asked.
Nobody answered their phones, no one called me back. So I called my mom and told her what was going on and she said "I guess...I guess you may as well go home then. I mean if no one's unlocking the door I guess no one's there." Well the lights are on and the doors inside are open. I know they lock the front door sometimes, but they always let me in when I ring the call button.
By 4:00, I'd realized it was a lost cause. I walked home. I was very angry the entire way. Don (the manager) called once I'd been home for about 15 minutes (4:45) but I missed the call and was unwilling to call him back. What would I say? "Well I was trying to see if anyone was there today and if I could do anything. But since I waited a half hour and no one let me in I already walked home and I'm tired." That would've sounded bad. There's no other way to say it. I figured my best bet is to just not call him back.
And in the mean time, I don't have my hours signed. I'm going to call Stephen and ask about sessions probably. He's cool about signing that stuff. But of course I need them signed Monday in order to turn my hours in on time.
Bastards. I'm not going in tomorrow. They're not doing this to me again. Tomorrow I'm going out with my parents. They're stopping by in the afternoon and we'll see what there is to do that's not expensive. Probably renewing my lease for 3 months. We've decided to put me on the waiting list for September 1st for the apartment building I really want to be in.
My parents don't seem to understand why I really want to be there. Bigger room, I can have Kenny live with me no extra charge, BALCONY, plus the other stuff I'd get here for LESS RENT!
This place sucks hardcore. I can't even begin to list it all. Though I'm not looking forward to going in there with my parents. They make the managers mad EVERY time. Not without reason, the managers are terrible here and need to be taken down a notch. But even if I don't say a word they'll take out any anger they have towards my parents on ME.
What a long day.