no fair!
Oy, what a day! Just got home ... well, a cigarette ago anyway.
Got 2 minutes of the ep 1 cut down PasC done today before all hell broke loose. It's been a day of flurried activity due to people's contracts on our show coming to an end at the end of the week and a new producer with two new (unrelated) projects coming to Cardiff to steal those people who's contracts are coming to an end. Which meant meetings, meetings, meetings. My poor PM, Kirsty, had so much to do and no time to do it in that at 4pm I finally made her give me her cash card so I could go get her some lunch.
And after the prize of Budapest was dangled in front of my face like a carrot in front of a donkey and then tragically ripped away from me I spent the last five hours sorting out flights for Sambo who is now flying out tomorrow at midday. He's hoping David will treat him to dinner, I'm hoping he gets food poisoning (joking). Have been waiting in the office since 7pm for the e-ticket reference which still hadn't arrived by the time I got bored with Facebook and IQ tests (my IQ has apparently dropped 13 points since returning to the UK!!). And all this is because the original package I sent by courier still hadn't been delivered to DM's hotel at 4pm today, despite being told it would be delivered on tuesday, no wednesday by 1pm, oops, it's being held by customs. Fucking useless couriers and fucking pain in the arse way of working having to use authorised companies who couldn't find their arses with a torch and a map.
In other news, I watched episodes 8 & 9 of the main show last night and shed a little tear at the end. But that's probably just because I'm a complete sap. And I watched the last ep of Heroes (OMG!) and bounced so much I almost broke my chair.
Can't believe Sam gets to go to Budapest!
Got 2 minutes of the ep 1 cut down PasC done today before all hell broke loose. It's been a day of flurried activity due to people's contracts on our show coming to an end at the end of the week and a new producer with two new (unrelated) projects coming to Cardiff to steal those people who's contracts are coming to an end. Which meant meetings, meetings, meetings. My poor PM, Kirsty, had so much to do and no time to do it in that at 4pm I finally made her give me her cash card so I could go get her some lunch.
And after the prize of Budapest was dangled in front of my face like a carrot in front of a donkey and then tragically ripped away from me I spent the last five hours sorting out flights for Sambo who is now flying out tomorrow at midday. He's hoping David will treat him to dinner, I'm hoping he gets food poisoning (joking). Have been waiting in the office since 7pm for the e-ticket reference which still hadn't arrived by the time I got bored with Facebook and IQ tests (my IQ has apparently dropped 13 points since returning to the UK!!). And all this is because the original package I sent by courier still hadn't been delivered to DM's hotel at 4pm today, despite being told it would be delivered on tuesday, no wednesday by 1pm, oops, it's being held by customs. Fucking useless couriers and fucking pain in the arse way of working having to use authorised companies who couldn't find their arses with a torch and a map.
In other news, I watched episodes 8 & 9 of the main show last night and shed a little tear at the end. But that's probably just because I'm a complete sap. And I watched the last ep of Heroes (OMG!) and bounced so much I almost broke my chair.
Can't believe Sam gets to go to Budapest!