So, liking your crew of co-workers is a plus. Like I mentioned elsewhere, you need a crew so you can deal with things in an intelligent, united way. I'm typing this with a band aid - I tore off on fingernail about 1/4 of the way back last night. While stuff's hitting the fan,. I'm trailing blood. Oddly enough it doesn't hurt. And I don't think it's cuz of the pills I'm taking for my back. You would think something like that would really hurt. Oh well.
SO the crew last night was cool dealing with stuff that hittin the fan. Everyone knows their role and helps everyone else. Some nights they divide and smack talk. I try to smooth itover, but I can't get some egos under control. Because of technical difficulties, we could only run one press out of two at a time last night.
After my crew was done, some of us went to help the other crew. A certain member of that crew has gotten a coveted daylight spot. Not the least bit sorry to see him go, been wishing on it awhile, especially since I get his position. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!!! Frickin lame duck just came up lamer now. Waste an hour and half cleanin up cuz he can't keep his head out of his lunchbox. Yet management loves him up. Something I guess I'm just not meant to understand. Frankie don't do politics. Frankie do Frankie. Politics is too much second guessing. Go one day thru your life imaging everyone you know has read "The Prince". It'd be fun if had the energy.
If Evangeline reads this, here's my backup plan:
Wife and I split, I'm moving in with my parents. I can help support them, and when I get my daughter, she gets to see her grandparents. Then I kick the production up in to overdrive. Mad travel, screw the net. Face 2 face, CD in hand. Beyond that, not sure. I doubt I could love anyone else besides my wife anymore. Don't want my daughter to have to deal with that. I'd be like 50 Cent - I GET MONEY!!!!
SO the crew last night was cool dealing with stuff that hittin the fan. Everyone knows their role and helps everyone else. Some nights they divide and smack talk. I try to smooth itover, but I can't get some egos under control. Because of technical difficulties, we could only run one press out of two at a time last night.
After my crew was done, some of us went to help the other crew. A certain member of that crew has gotten a coveted daylight spot. Not the least bit sorry to see him go, been wishing on it awhile, especially since I get his position. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!!! Frickin lame duck just came up lamer now. Waste an hour and half cleanin up cuz he can't keep his head out of his lunchbox. Yet management loves him up. Something I guess I'm just not meant to understand. Frankie don't do politics. Frankie do Frankie. Politics is too much second guessing. Go one day thru your life imaging everyone you know has read "The Prince". It'd be fun if had the energy.
If Evangeline reads this, here's my backup plan:
Wife and I split, I'm moving in with my parents. I can help support them, and when I get my daughter, she gets to see her grandparents. Then I kick the production up in to overdrive. Mad travel, screw the net. Face 2 face, CD in hand. Beyond that, not sure. I doubt I could love anyone else besides my wife anymore. Don't want my daughter to have to deal with that. I'd be like 50 Cent - I GET MONEY!!!!