I've got 3 days & 3 nights left before I leave to Santa Monica for the American Film Market. Again.
I was reading through some of my older posts, and have discovered that I'm a broken record / whiny Bitch these last three years, and that I'm back to whining about this. Again. I Can't say as I'm entirely pleased about my capacity for sniveling either. However, besides the fact that I'm going down to probably kill myself by working non-stop for the next 12 days (not unlike my recent trip to France which entailed my killing myself for 7 days straight, plus 2.5 days of travel time, plus the jet-lag, plus being back in the office Monday morning), And certainly not including my trip to France in May where I worked non-stop for 12 days, plus the travel time, and being back in the office Monday morning). I don't think I need to get into Berlin either. Basically since my little medical procedure in March, I've been kicking it old school, and have nothing but a cheese sandwich to show for it. I'm wondering if I've had a glimpse of my own mortality, and if I'm wasting it away selling movies.
Hopefully this will be my last AFM though. At least in my present capacity. Things are afoot. It could be a great adventure, but I need some chutzpah - of which I'm sorely lacking. I used to love, love, LOVE traveling for business! It was great, grand and always an adventure. In one of my earlier capacities, I had to do Western Canada each month, which was Vancouver - Winnipeg - Calgary - Saskatoon - Edmonton - Vancouver - with stops in Kamloops & Regina every other month. The gig just after that was a national level where it was Vancouver - Halifax - Montreal - Toronto - Winnipeg- Calgary - Edmonton - Vancouver, so I racked up a fair amount of frequent flier miles and loved every minute of it. I had it planned out perfectly too; I could leave Sunday morning, fly to Halifax to arrive late Sunday night, meeting Monday AM, then do Quebec on Tuesday, Toronto on Wednesday then arrive Winnipeg first thing in the Thursday morning, then fly to Edmonton in the aternoon for a late afternoon meeting, then depart for Calgary first thing Friday morning, do my meetings and be back home in Vancouver by 4:00 PM Friday afternoon. I'd grab a taxi home dump off my stuff, and meet my friends for end of the week beers by 6:00 down at Cardero's or Stamps Landing, or some patio beside the Pacific Ocean. They would honk & flap about their week, and I'd just chuckle that I've just flown 6000 miles in like, 5 days. Fun Fact: I bet you didn't know that while in Halifax NS, you are closer to London, England, than you are to Vancouver!
But now? When I have to fly 2.5 hours south to LA? I'm plotzing & kvetching about it. Sure, Flying to Europe has its issues (I can't imagine anyone would enjoy sitting on a plane for the better part of 16 hours while waiting to get back home), but I am also looking at myself and wondering "Dude - what happened to you?" I think I'm just dreading the job and the pressure that comes with it. Well also, we have like 110 meetings booked, all in 30 minute slots, so I'm going to have to be giving the same spiel 110 times, plus shaking hands with strangers, strangers who have colds and cough into their hands, strangers who pick their nose then extend their hands in greeting... that sort of thing. (Note to self - bring handi-wipes & anti-bacterial hand lotion).
I have a full last day of work at the office tomorrow, and a million things need to get done. There is laundry to do, plants to apologize to, Uncle Stan to really apologize to (I haven't seen him since before France, and he is getting cranky), and a myriad of stuff which has to happen before I get on the plane Monday morning.
I found this video and stuck this up here a year or so ago, but again tonight - found it appropriate. Monday is going to be my 4th time in LA in the past 6 months, and as much as I hate LA, I really like Santa Monica (for a maximum 12 days at least).
I was reading through some of my older posts, and have discovered that I'm a broken record / whiny Bitch these last three years, and that I'm back to whining about this. Again. I Can't say as I'm entirely pleased about my capacity for sniveling either. However, besides the fact that I'm going down to probably kill myself by working non-stop for the next 12 days (not unlike my recent trip to France which entailed my killing myself for 7 days straight, plus 2.5 days of travel time, plus the jet-lag, plus being back in the office Monday morning), And certainly not including my trip to France in May where I worked non-stop for 12 days, plus the travel time, and being back in the office Monday morning). I don't think I need to get into Berlin either. Basically since my little medical procedure in March, I've been kicking it old school, and have nothing but a cheese sandwich to show for it. I'm wondering if I've had a glimpse of my own mortality, and if I'm wasting it away selling movies.
Hopefully this will be my last AFM though. At least in my present capacity. Things are afoot. It could be a great adventure, but I need some chutzpah - of which I'm sorely lacking. I used to love, love, LOVE traveling for business! It was great, grand and always an adventure. In one of my earlier capacities, I had to do Western Canada each month, which was Vancouver - Winnipeg - Calgary - Saskatoon - Edmonton - Vancouver - with stops in Kamloops & Regina every other month. The gig just after that was a national level where it was Vancouver - Halifax - Montreal - Toronto - Winnipeg- Calgary - Edmonton - Vancouver, so I racked up a fair amount of frequent flier miles and loved every minute of it. I had it planned out perfectly too; I could leave Sunday morning, fly to Halifax to arrive late Sunday night, meeting Monday AM, then do Quebec on Tuesday, Toronto on Wednesday then arrive Winnipeg first thing in the Thursday morning, then fly to Edmonton in the aternoon for a late afternoon meeting, then depart for Calgary first thing Friday morning, do my meetings and be back home in Vancouver by 4:00 PM Friday afternoon. I'd grab a taxi home dump off my stuff, and meet my friends for end of the week beers by 6:00 down at Cardero's or Stamps Landing, or some patio beside the Pacific Ocean. They would honk & flap about their week, and I'd just chuckle that I've just flown 6000 miles in like, 5 days. Fun Fact: I bet you didn't know that while in Halifax NS, you are closer to London, England, than you are to Vancouver!
But now? When I have to fly 2.5 hours south to LA? I'm plotzing & kvetching about it. Sure, Flying to Europe has its issues (I can't imagine anyone would enjoy sitting on a plane for the better part of 16 hours while waiting to get back home), but I am also looking at myself and wondering "Dude - what happened to you?" I think I'm just dreading the job and the pressure that comes with it. Well also, we have like 110 meetings booked, all in 30 minute slots, so I'm going to have to be giving the same spiel 110 times, plus shaking hands with strangers, strangers who have colds and cough into their hands, strangers who pick their nose then extend their hands in greeting... that sort of thing. (Note to self - bring handi-wipes & anti-bacterial hand lotion).
I have a full last day of work at the office tomorrow, and a million things need to get done. There is laundry to do, plants to apologize to, Uncle Stan to really apologize to (I haven't seen him since before France, and he is getting cranky), and a myriad of stuff which has to happen before I get on the plane Monday morning.
I found this video and stuck this up here a year or so ago, but again tonight - found it appropriate. Monday is going to be my 4th time in LA in the past 6 months, and as much as I hate LA, I really like Santa Monica (for a maximum 12 days at least).
1 comments:
mmm mm mm - love it love it love it. thanx Craig :)
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