workteeth

The work I’m currently doing is often frustrating. I shoot and edit for a wee start-up of dubious organization. I see myself bailing sometime during the coming semester and finding an internship for the spring– although for the moment it’s enough to cover rent, touch Final Cut Pro, and work with friends.

The company is going to fail because our project manager is leaving for a prestigious grad school. Everything will dissolve into chaos and the boss– who knows little of our day-to-day workings– will micro-manage us ineptly. Today the project manager was caring for his sick daughter and working from home. He gave me instructions for the day’s tasks by phone. An hour later the boss said we had enough of the type of clip I was creating. This is blatantly untrue, as 30-50 of those unique clips are needed for every project, and any excess clips I created could be applied to the next. He had never even seen any kind of catalog of the number of clips already created, so his statement was mind-bogglingly ignorant.

Also there was a used q-tip in the restroom that stuck to the bottom of my foot. Retch-worthy!

There are still upsides to the job. I work with friends, I’m within biking distance of my apartment, and there is a kitchen (not clean) downstairs. Also, on Friday I had my wisdom teeth (all 3) removed, and all concerned have been very kind. I didn’t go in at all yesterday and only half a day today. The pills to kill the pain make me nauseous, and it’s hard to endure without them.

Drummer is a prize boy. He took a half-day yesterday to take care of me. Both times I’ve woken because the pain-killers wore off he comforted me until the new pills let me sleep. In a few hours I’ll be hugging him again– and enjoying marinated artichoke hearts he’s bringing!