*New Amsterdam: Live at Heineken Music Hall

Yay! Collection can fianlly grow!

Saw a feather duster on the highway on the way to work this morning. Thought that was random.

So want to write blog but so have to work because so don't want to come in tomorrow. But thinking that will so have to. So shit.

Fine Line

Either my blog has become very boring or no-one goes on the internet anymore. I hope it's the latter.

I can't keep my eyes open. Last night was the wrap party for the film we shot. Put the event to good use by scoring points with my boss, but at a very high cost; sleep deprivation. I don't know how he does it. Maybe he's naturally an early riser. All I know is that I'm struggling, waiting for the moment that my body goes into overdrive and actually begins to function, but right now i'm stuck in second gear. (Bad analogy but had to use the word "overdrive" since Foo Fighters have become such close early morning companions, being the only lads who can keep me awake.)

I've developed a crush on someone. It's all very innocent, still very happy with current boyfriend, but it's quite interesting because I forgot what it felt like. (Basically he's just a big piece of homosexual eye candy.) The feeling reminds me of how I tingled in Port Alfred the first time I saw Michael (I think gay guys have a weird effect on me) and I can't tell if it's the crush or the reminiscing that tingles. Life is so busy lately that I've forgotten to take the time to think of old times and have a little inward laugh. But last night I did and it felt really good. That line between the ecstacy of the memory and disappointment that it'll never happen again always gets me going. Note to self: take time to laugh at stuff.

Must get back to editing soccer. Ugh.

I don't know what to do. I have no footage. They're paying me to be here but there's nothing to do. I've heard that there's lots to do but they won't tell me what it is.

I've been sitting here since six pretending to review my edit from yesterday, while in fact downloading games. Would be nice if I could play the games in peace, but I feel like I should be doing something so I'm continuously swapping between browsers so people don't know I'm not working. I would work! I would, it makes the day go by quicker. But the footage is incomplete and tape 29 is nowhere to be found. So I thought, "Pass the time by writing a blog." Thought it would be good since nobody's been updating recently.

Eyelids falling. Oooh! I could read my book! But then they'll know. And I'll be fired. Can't get fired after one week surely. Perhaps scolded? That would be entertaining. Although I don't like being in trouble. Someone else must be scolded! But they're all working. No reason to be repremanded.

Maybe I should have a smoke. Or go hide somewhere. Or dial long distance phone numbers for kicks. Wait, what are these tapes? Nope. Don't want Lakefarm Marathon tapes.

Oh crisis, it's only 8:30. No, 8:25. Maybe I should go poke someone. Willem doesn't like being poked. Then I'd have to get up. I wonder what the cap is on this server. Maybe should stop downloading stuff. No, I will take full responsibility and plead ignorance.

I like my mouse. I wonder when I'm getting my Mac. Schalk has his already. Sure he's the boss but we should never ignore the underlings.

I hope they don't put a toll gate on the N1. That'll suck. Andy says it's already approved.

Oooh, there's the boss. shit.

Perfection

After a long Saturday of high school rugbying, sushiing, old boysing, café 41ing and Dot's birthdaying, I was quite zonked on Sunday. After visiting my gran in hospital I returned home and managed to catch a few z's. This was wonderful except that when night fell and I realized I had to be up before the birds chirped the next morning, I could not fall into the land of Nod as I had hoped. As time went by I became more aware of how tired I'd be the next morning if I didn't fall asleep at that exact moment, leading to anxiety and other such feelings. Following some bad TV and a bed time story I still lay sleepless as the seconds ticked by. After about half an hour, I heard a little voice from under the covers that arbitrarily muttered, "Baby. You're perfect." And so set in my slumber.

Google

I am not on the internet. No results come up for my own name. NOTHING! Sucks.

Sheldon

Sheldon is my colleague. I work with Sheldon. I work, Sheldon is around. Sheldon crashed his car. Sheldon is Hindu. Sheldon ate a packet of Lays today. And bought a box of cigarettes. Sheldon has black hair. Sheldon is editing Marietha's movie. Sheldon won't be coming to work next week. Sheldon won't let me change the wallpaper. Sheldon eats curry.

Working Girl

Not a woman of ill repute so don't get confused. I'm getting paid to do a job I love, while earning a free degree. And I'm off at 2pm every day so I miss the Joburg traffic and have the afternoon to do whatever I please. Getting here at 6am is quite a bitch, but I'd rather wake up a little earlier than sit in traffic for at least two hours. It's incredible how many cars are on the highway at 5:30 in the morning. Where do they come from? Why are they awake so freakin' early? Yesterday I was stopped dead in traffic at 5:45am. Surely that can't be right?

Petrol's up again and apparently they're putting toll roads on every road. EVERY ROAD! I envoke the GauTrain.

Anyway, I'm scared shitless about this job. I don't know how to use the patchbays. I can't really use Final Cut. I'm doomed. Hope they never find out.