Ah, last week. I remember it well. And that's unfortunate, since it was the most mind-numbingly boring, tedious, and frustrating week I've had in ages. I'm a relatively chipper fellow who tends toward optimism and good moods, but last week was crap by any measure.
My birthday was on Thursday, which is always a happy day since I like any reason to celebrate me. Go me! For I'm a jolly good fellow, for I'm a jolly good fellow, etc.
Where was I? Oh right: a b-day for the C-man. This year it was extremely non-eventful, to the point that I spent a little over 14 hours working and the remainder of it sleeping. The rest of the week was filled with about 75 hours of mind-numbingly tedious tasks that ranged from manual labor to PC repairs. Hard to say which is worse.
Wait, no it isn't. I'll tell you what's worse: working from 7:30 AM Tuesday straight through until 7:30 AM on Wednesday—yes, a complete 'round the clock, 24-hour shift. Plus I worked 10 hours on Good Friday (AKA Everyone Gets A Holiday Except Carrington Day) and there wasn't a single day last week that didn't find me working until at least 3:00 AM doing something I either hated or at least strongly disliked.
Oh, and my digital camera got fried so now it's a paperweight.
Complain, whine, bitch, wah wah wah. I finally have a blog post that makes me sound like a normal blogger. If I only I could bring myself to drop the capitals and punctuation I might be able to get into the Cool Bloggers Club.
A boy can dream can't he?
Besides, worse things happen than having to pull some extra hours yawning over something you dislike. For instance, I found out on Saturday that due to an editor's system failure a friend of mine lost all the cuts from a film that had taken him and his partners ten years to produce.
Hearing that helped me end the week with a really clear sense of perspective. I'll take a single week of tedious monkey-work over losing a decade of filmmaking any time. So I guess I've never had it so good after all.
Oh crap, so much for the Club.
