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: