Google’s going to help me spice this one up. All pics come from a search for the word they are. Don’t ask me why that lady with the cool ink comes up when you search for ‘buttah.’
Well, I didn’t want to get to bubbly about it before the paperwork was signed in blood and all, but I am now officially the new producer of the 6 and 10 pm news here at El TV Station.
The good news – cooler job (I’ve already tried out the “Hey babe, I’m a producer” line, and it worked like buttah), more dinero.
The best aspect is that my new schedule whill be 1 or 2 pm to about 10:45 pm every weekday, with a lunch at dinner time. So that rocks – plenty of, as my homeboy Kid Rock would say, “Late nights and early mornings.”
The worst aspect? It’s kind of a high scrutiny job. I know my grammer, my writing, my idea of news, and my ability to lead a crew of highly adept but socially twisted people are all now firmly in the cruicble, and if I fuck up and drop the ball, I’d better talk fast – cause I think the bridge is burned on the job I have now. Also, the job normally requires at least a degree of some sort and I sort of BSed my way into it – I didn’t lie, exactly, but basically I said “I’m a super fucking genius that can do the job better then anyone you’ve ever fucking seen and if you look at it right me not being done with my degree really just saves you money, right?”
So I have to teach myself to produce . . . by producing live TV for people that have better things to do then not being pissed when I fuck up, and watching people that have been producing for years and do it pretty damn quick.
The worst aspect 2.0 – I’m still doing my old job, too – until I get a replacement or two weeks notice applies. Two weeks of doubles makes homer something-something. . . but they’ll feel it on payday!
Other news:
I watched The Cooler and it was super fricking cool.
I watched Spiderman 2 and it was ALSO super fricking cool. It’s seriously really sweet.
Sparky did and update of sorts.
And fleener is lame.
One final note: since my downtime has been mostly at odd hours and in short streatches, I’ve been getting back into my computer itself, coding a few little things up. I haven’t totally given up on the damn things. . . even tho people took the internet I loved and shit in it, I’m still training for a return to the digital return to the ring, still trying to build what could have been . . . whu-oh, impending tangent. I’ll rant on this later. So in honor of my return to the world of the Big Machine, and angry lyric of the day:
Wahoooooooo! Sweet job! Bullshit or not, you’re in there man, so knock em dead!
Hate to admit it, but I’d probably fall for that producer line…I’m such a trollop, dazzled by fortune and fame. 😉
Wow, I’m impressed with the job, and I’m always impressed with a person’s ability to BS because I am just so bad at it. Especially in interviews, I turn into a mute wreck. Nice post too, especially liked the look on that cat’s face. Evil or very very pissed off. Hmmm. Thanks for your comment on my site. You’re right, all these people who commented and didn’t judge my situation/decision, even though they might have been personally against it, really touched me. If only more people could be like that.
If you tried that producer line on me, I’d attempt to pick you up and throw you, but after nearly causing myself to black out, I’d give up and settle for throwing popcorn at you. Yeah. Congrats, though – that’s awesome that you have a schweetass new jobby-job, and you’re happy with it so far.
And that ink? Oooh, I want some!
I like the Fleener thing you’ve produced so far.
Yeah it’s not gonna have like the anarchy missions and shit but the fights go on as long as possible. *drools*
You’ll do fine with the job I’m sure. You have some little knack/spark in there, and it will send you where you need to go….(in response to your comment) And Chris must have at least had a conversation with Mitchel about the phone thing, I’m sure there was some physical persuasion involved as well, but either way, Mitchel has stopped bothering me.
Oh my god… I just saw that poor cat…. ooooooh…. poor baby!!!
Criminal Wannabe!
What?! Doubles?! Not that this isn’t a blessing, but has Fuckwad McPoppin’-fresh just decided that being “Lead” means he gets to kick back and not pull his doughy weight? He can’t do that. That’s Philo’s job…
…because he deserves it.
No, captain last week, if you’ll notice, I’m producing 4-8 hours a day and I’m still on the MC schedule as well. . . .
thats awesome!! congrats and yay for good bsing!! 😀
ha ha you know i thought of switerzland too when he said that!! no im not an army girl but alot of my exes are military and alot of my friends are military so i just hang out and drink at the barracks alot!!! and i would love to hear this theory about the boys obsession w/female parts!! and it is kinda hard to live/love like a kamikaze. later tater
**Tara**
I love the “pissed” link! Way funny!! I had a friend who owned a headshop a while ago and he had his cat shaved like that. Poor Casey the poodle cat.
Good Electric Six album!
exactly. i have to agree about vintage flannel. what exactly makes “vintage?” i thought it at least had to be an antique to be vintage, and that’s not nearly fucking old enough. although…i’m still waiting on frosted jeans and jeans that were taken out in someone’s backyard and beaten with birdshot.
congrats on the new job. I’ve worked with good producers and bad producers. I think you’ll probably make a good one.
Congrats! Jobs that require bullshitting are the best…. Good luck on the doubles… they suck ass….
Hey I need you to take care of a perverted stalker on YAHOO Messenger for me…are you in? he is driving me crazy and won’t leave me alone…I am serious!
Email me.
Great news on the job. Producer pick up line didn’t work, but hey it might work if my wife said it.
Chaos and hedonism serve their purposes, yes.
And they can be good, great fun, as well.
But sometimes enough is enough already.
–End of Line–
Congratulations! That is fabulous. I am happy for you. Sounds wonderful in so many ways.
And, The Cooler rocked.
you’ve been reading my site for a year and you’ve always left those comments, when i really needed them, that let me know it was eventually, at least, going to be ok. i dont even know you. Well, not really. But thanks. I mean, I’ve never really been able to talk to my parents or my older brother (hes an idiot anyway), and it just means a lot to have someone i dont even really know say stuff like you have. Thank you.
excuse me while i go hide now.
You’re totally welcome.