Remove skin from teeth and proceed accordingly.
For the past week, my (only) freelance client and I have been trying to meet up for a video editing session, but our schedules were like night and day, cats and dogs, black and white, cliché and cliché. I don't even think we sleep at the same time. (Meaning I sleep at night while she doesn't sleep at all. Because she's Batman.)
Finally, she texted me at 6:00 on Friday morning and wrote, I know this sounds weird, but why don't you spend the night? We can edit late into the evening and early in the morning. You will have your own bedroom and bathroom!
Que? My own bathroom? SOLD.
I accepted, threw an overnight bag together, and arrived at her place after work. And I will not lie: it was awesome. I didn't have to take care of any animals, or cook dinner, or do the dishes. And do you know why there were no dishes to be done? BECAUSE SHE HAD NO FOOD. (I suspected this, and therefore stockpiled a selection of bagged peanuts and granola bars on my way over.) I asked her, "What do you cook?" and she looked at me like 'cook' was the four-letter C-word.
She bought me dinner. The restaurant was on the water. My eyes probably sparkled a little.
Anyway, we did get the videos edited by noon the next day. I thought we were done, and so did she, until her sister called and asked if we could edit a presentation she needed for work. A presentation she needed the next day. A presentation that hadn't been shot yet! Already the RED ALERT ABANDON SHIP lights were flashing, but my client is also kind of my friend, and I wasn't going to leave her hanging.
We bought utility lights from Wal-Mart so we could light the subject, and designed a little desk/lamp/computer area in the apartment as a nice backdrop for the presentation. This was no small feat: furniture was moved, items were boxed away, and a very fragile starfish was gingerly moved from the breakfast counter to the dining room table. We shot her presentation (Forty! Minutes!) and then I exported it all onto the laptop and despaired. It seemed obvious I would be staying over again, only this time it wasn't planned and her sister was a third guest.
So they slept in one bed, and I slept in the guest room. Except not really, because I spent until midnight editing and exporting.
So many things could have gone wrong, like an audio error, or an export error, or the fact a PowerPoint was involved. Fortunately the end result was as good as we could hope for, and I did eventually get to sleep in the early hours of Sunday morning.
Bonus: I got to see the Troll afterwards. He can be used as a reward for almost anything. If you tell me, "You can see the Troll after you perform a series of scary, stressful, really awful tasks," I will say, "Great, when can I get started? Now? Awesome!"
Finally, she texted me at 6:00 on Friday morning and wrote, I know this sounds weird, but why don't you spend the night? We can edit late into the evening and early in the morning. You will have your own bedroom and bathroom!
Que? My own bathroom? SOLD.
I accepted, threw an overnight bag together, and arrived at her place after work. And I will not lie: it was awesome. I didn't have to take care of any animals, or cook dinner, or do the dishes. And do you know why there were no dishes to be done? BECAUSE SHE HAD NO FOOD. (I suspected this, and therefore stockpiled a selection of bagged peanuts and granola bars on my way over.) I asked her, "What do you cook?" and she looked at me like 'cook' was the four-letter C-word.
She bought me dinner. The restaurant was on the water. My eyes probably sparkled a little.
Anyway, we did get the videos edited by noon the next day. I thought we were done, and so did she, until her sister called and asked if we could edit a presentation she needed for work. A presentation she needed the next day. A presentation that hadn't been shot yet! Already the RED ALERT ABANDON SHIP lights were flashing, but my client is also kind of my friend, and I wasn't going to leave her hanging.
We bought utility lights from Wal-Mart so we could light the subject, and designed a little desk/lamp/computer area in the apartment as a nice backdrop for the presentation. This was no small feat: furniture was moved, items were boxed away, and a very fragile starfish was gingerly moved from the breakfast counter to the dining room table. We shot her presentation (Forty! Minutes!) and then I exported it all onto the laptop and despaired. It seemed obvious I would be staying over again, only this time it wasn't planned and her sister was a third guest.
So they slept in one bed, and I slept in the guest room. Except not really, because I spent until midnight editing and exporting.
So many things could have gone wrong, like an audio error, or an export error, or the fact a PowerPoint was involved. Fortunately the end result was as good as we could hope for, and I did eventually get to sleep in the early hours of Sunday morning.
Bonus: I got to see the Troll afterwards. He can be used as a reward for almost anything. If you tell me, "You can see the Troll after you perform a series of scary, stressful, really awful tasks," I will say, "Great, when can I get started? Now? Awesome!"