annnnd....CUT.
So Kev and I were supposed to film a martial arts/fitness training video for an associate of Sifu Joey's. We were supposed to film on Saturday. This whole thing was kind of set up for failure, but for awhile I really thought we were going to be able to pull it off.
Me: As everyone knows, I'm hard to reach and I really shouldn't be. I'm never at home unless late at night, I only have a cellphone *sometimes*, I'm not at martial arts classes as frequent as I should be, etc. This made it hard for both my instructor and for Kev to reach me, which sucks, because I essentially was playing the middle man between them.
Sifu Joey: Sifu's an even harder person to reach. Given that I haven't been at the club that much, the only other way to reach Sifu is by the phone. Unfortunately, Sifu is never at home and does not own a cellphone. Instead, like a highschool drug dealer, Sifu conducts his business through pager. You can imagine how tedious it is to ask him just one question. Which also sucks, because he was essentially playing the middle man between me and the man behind the project, Steve.
Steve: Steve, being so out of the social loop, had no idea what the fuck was going on. He's the one I feel bad for, because I'm sure this whole time he thought all his business was going down smoothly. Unfortunately, Steve never seemed to have much of a plan, never seemed to mind letting us film without any sort of plan, any sort of info on what type of video he was making, what kinds of shots he needed, what techniques he was demonstrating.
Kev: Kev has all the equipment and all the skill and yet he lives the furthest from all of us. He had such short notice on this project and he couldn't direct his questions straight to the person he needed to talk to: Steve. He would talk to me, who would talk to Joey, who would talk to Steve, who would talk to Joey, who would talk to me, who would then answer Kev. You can imagine how much info was able to flow back-and-forth in the measly two weeks we had to plan this project.
In the end, we found out only a few hours before the day-before-shooting that the project was filming in goddamned Burlington. (Ever been? It might actually be damned by God.) Kev couldn't truck it down there, understandably, and the whole thing fell apart like a loosely tied Jiu-Jitsu gi.
It's Thursday night and, after talking to Kev, I have just cancelled on both Joey and Steve. I feel bad because Joey is my instructor and, even though a good portion of this could be blamed on him, I feel I've let him down.
All in all though, I also feel I've learned some important lessons in business. Which is something I have to do.
I've also learned the true value of producers, and why I should never be one, lol.
peace.
So Kev and I were supposed to film a martial arts/fitness training video for an associate of Sifu Joey's. We were supposed to film on Saturday. This whole thing was kind of set up for failure, but for awhile I really thought we were going to be able to pull it off.
Me: As everyone knows, I'm hard to reach and I really shouldn't be. I'm never at home unless late at night, I only have a cellphone *sometimes*, I'm not at martial arts classes as frequent as I should be, etc. This made it hard for both my instructor and for Kev to reach me, which sucks, because I essentially was playing the middle man between them.
Sifu Joey: Sifu's an even harder person to reach. Given that I haven't been at the club that much, the only other way to reach Sifu is by the phone. Unfortunately, Sifu is never at home and does not own a cellphone. Instead, like a highschool drug dealer, Sifu conducts his business through pager. You can imagine how tedious it is to ask him just one question. Which also sucks, because he was essentially playing the middle man between me and the man behind the project, Steve.
Steve: Steve, being so out of the social loop, had no idea what the fuck was going on. He's the one I feel bad for, because I'm sure this whole time he thought all his business was going down smoothly. Unfortunately, Steve never seemed to have much of a plan, never seemed to mind letting us film without any sort of plan, any sort of info on what type of video he was making, what kinds of shots he needed, what techniques he was demonstrating.
Kev: Kev has all the equipment and all the skill and yet he lives the furthest from all of us. He had such short notice on this project and he couldn't direct his questions straight to the person he needed to talk to: Steve. He would talk to me, who would talk to Joey, who would talk to Steve, who would talk to Joey, who would talk to me, who would then answer Kev. You can imagine how much info was able to flow back-and-forth in the measly two weeks we had to plan this project.
In the end, we found out only a few hours before the day-before-shooting that the project was filming in goddamned Burlington. (Ever been? It might actually be damned by God.) Kev couldn't truck it down there, understandably, and the whole thing fell apart like a loosely tied Jiu-Jitsu gi.
It's Thursday night and, after talking to Kev, I have just cancelled on both Joey and Steve. I feel bad because Joey is my instructor and, even though a good portion of this could be blamed on him, I feel I've let him down.
All in all though, I also feel I've learned some important lessons in business. Which is something I have to do.
I've also learned the true value of producers, and why I should never be one, lol.
peace.
Christianne has this thing called the birthday blues. I'm sure a lot of people experience something along the same lines, whether it be anxiety over getting older, stress from organizing a banging yet under-control party, or what have you. But her Blues are more sci-fi than that. Take this year, for example, where she spent the whole day with her eyes tearing, on the edge of a nervous/emotional breakdown, only to have it all end exactly at the stroke of midnight, feelings of content and happiness washing away the blue, the hands of her clock grasping a sponge dipped in psycho-therapeutical detergent.
Can you tell I've been watching a bit too much of The Apprentice? Man, business-minded people live in a totally different world. I just read the previous paragraph over again, and I'm laughing at myself.
It's been a good week for canadiasian (peace, kev) arts. Caught a screening of Imelda on Tuesday and enjoyed it thoroughly. I don't know much about filipino politics, other than very shallow basic facts, so this was somewhat of a watershed moment of mine. I knew the name since I was a puppy, but I never knew her story. Fascinating. Not just the movie, but the woman herself. So charasmatic, so smart, so beautiful, so insane. Like my wonderfully witty brother would say, "she crazy".