I could, if I wanted to, write a post elaborating on why today was such a bitch. I could tell you I had to get up really early. I could tell you about how my company EZ Pass didn't work at the Tri-boro bridge. I could tell you about how the office told me later in the morning that the problem was fixed. I could tell you about how the EZ Pass failed to work again later in the day at the Mid-Town Tunnel. I could tell you about how I got stuck in a traffic jam in the stinkiest part of Queens (Northern Blvd. exit off of the Van Wyck Expressway).
I could tell you how Wednesday's location almost backed out on me this morning and then I spent most of the day fixing that problem (without telling anyone there was a problem). I could tell you about the location for next week that has a very reasonable fee for shooting there, now is asking for a decidedly unreasonable fee for prepping and wrapping the location. I could tell you about the very expensive electronic thingie that blew up at today's location and will turn into an insurance claim of large, if not epic, proportions.
I could then post the same blog entry every day for the next two and a half weeks. I don't think you'd like that any better than I would.
On the other hand, I'm not sure how entertaining I'm gonna be during this same time period.
Please lower you expectations.
Some days you the windshield, some days you the bug.
Expectations appropriately lowered. But I hope things do go better for you.
"Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you."
Calgon, take me awayyy...!
(Imagine Nathan in a robe, with a towel around his head, spongy things between his toes and a cigarette sticking out of the 'stache. Y'welcome.)
Holy Shit Jeff,
Even I'm creeped out!
*shudder* Okay, you win. I usually have craptastic Mondays, but I think (for this one at least) I'll let you take home the cup.
It's been so bad I started doing a Manic Monday post series. Come by Thursday or Friday to get your assignment. It's strange, but it's helping relieve the panicstressangstentropyfear.
Yeah, that's a word.
I didn't really consider this a particularly bad day.
And writing that response, while true, is the first real laugh I've had all day.
Um, my expectations were already in the shitter - so, you know, I'm good.
Nathan, my next couple of weeks look to be similar - with IT crap rather than location crap blowing up daily - so my output, expectations, and ability to actually check on your output are pretty limited.
I'm with you in spirit. Sucking wind, stressed, trying not to murder the most egregious of the idiots (who incidentally are usually VPs or other execs), but managing to be professional. Mostly.
I feel for you, Nathan, while being continuously amazed that of all people that I know, the person with the crappiest - stress-wise - job works in the movie industry.
I just got done with a craptastic couple weeks, so I know how you're feeling. One day down right?
Jeez Nathan, I was going sailing today but now I'm so down I don't think I can. Hopw things start going better so I can get out and enjoy life again.
It's not like I'm about to shoot myself or anything. You may continue to enjoy your lives without fear of me resenting it.
This too shall pass (like a kidney stone). :D
Folks, I sense despair in Nathan's words - he may deny it, but denial is the first indicator.
As such I'm forming the "Friends of Nathan" support group, available to to anybody with an ounce of compassion for those in the entertainment industry oppressed by the heavy hand of "the man" and the beaten down by the gritty, gritty streets of New York.
How can we help, Jim? I hear the millions of Nathan's Friends ask? And I'm glad you did.
An Intervention, that's what we need here - an electric out pouring hot Nathan love. Nothing gets an overworked man's mind off his problems like a barrage of cheerful and lengthy emails to his portable wireless widget. So, join me, Friends of Nathan, in forwarding jokes, viagra adds, and pictures of the Jerky Boys to Nathan.
I don't know when and and don't know where, and I don't know how...but I will get you for this!
Oh, and adds?
Well, see, viagra adds - to lift your spirit.
The worst part of Queens is Jamiaca, dude. Consider yourself lucky.
I spent 15 hours in Jamaica today!
I left Jim speechless!!!!!! I think that's a first!
So now we've got an "outpouring of hot Nathan love" and an "asshole full of love"? God Damn that just made my day. I think we're going to have to rate Nathan's blog NSFW.
I may have to rate it Not Safe For Nathan!
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