Possibly most embarrassing moment of my career.

I’m sort of in charge of the electric cart for our part of our division. Anyway – someone in the department ratted out someone else that it was parked in a red zone and had trash in it. Red zone is bad. You see even though we’re on a lot, the tickets one gets are the same as any other traffic infraction, by the city. So we could actually be ticketed on our electric cart. Do YOU want to go to court on that one? I don’t.

So that means I have to go move it. I hustle out there. Only it wasn’t parked in a red zone, it was parked in the personal parking space of a well known producer, who – um – has a show every single one of you has heard of. So – basically – big dude on campus. And he pulled up while I was there wanting to park in his spot (go figure). As an aside, no he couldn’t go park somewhere else. Parking here is regulated. We’re each assigned a spot, and if something happens, you’re out of luck.

And the cart hadn’t been plugged in. So, you know, it wouldn’t move. So I pushed it. There I am – pushing a damn cart out of the way of the big producer’s car. Luckily the producer in question is and always has been a very very gracious man, so I made the proper apologies, and he was very nice about it. There are many producers who would have had my job – yes they can be that bad.

Probably my most embarrassing moment to date. Perhaps you ened to have worked in the studio system to realize that, but really. At least I haven’t screwed anything up.

I’m completely and utterly drained. This project I’m working on is taking over my life. This is the last week however. Hopefully next week I can come back to my usual self.

I love my blog. I love having a blog. I love taking care of my blog. I read lots (and lots and lots) of blogs. But I just haven’t had time to update. Each minute that I update – something might be blowing up in my work life.

You see, we’re working on this one film that just might be the end of me. It’s making me not like my job, and I love my job. I’ve had to send several people from here to London. No big deal. But now I’ve got people coming into London from Armenia, Sierra Leone, Gambia, Mali, Dakar. Just to name a few. And me – little old, and only – me doing the travel.

It’s not going well.

People like to change their travel. A lot. ‘Cause they changed their minds. Or need body guards, as some of the places mentioned aren’t exactly the safest in the world. So you know what it’s like to tell a major studio – where the wheels grind slowly in bureacratic indulgence – that please give me cash. For what? Bribes. Uh – do you have backup for that?

So, this is the only reason I’m incommunicado. Work sucks. But I thought I better let people know that because I got some concerned emails. Yes, I’m okay – other than standard stress related issues – and it’s just that work is taking up all the brain wave activity I generate.

So I’m feeling a little bit better, but I’m completely swamped with work, and a project that may actually send me over the edge. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can get my head above water.