Oy... So I figured I'd put my health at the top of my priorities and finally quit smoking. Went out and bought some patches today. I don't know if any one out there has bought any of these things before, but they seem every bit as volatile as smoking itself (the number of times they had to warn me to dispose of each patch as if I were burying a nuclear bomb with a cracked casing... it's concerning).
I think I only smoke cigarettes when I get bored, so it might have been a better idea to just stop being so boring. Should the patches fail, maybe I'll pick-up rock climbing.
This next week is gonna be all sorts of crazy. My film production group starts shooting our final project, and the schedule is something along these lines:
Monday: Blocking (planning camera shots) for eight hours.
Tuesday: Pre-light (nailing down our lighting schemes) of the set for eight hours.
Wednesday - Saturday: Twelve hours of filming per day.
This wouldn't be so bad, but I am going to be an assistant to the VTR guy (who looks at a screen and presses a button every now and then), which is to say that I will be spending my time on set looking for something else to do. Hopefully there will be plenty of extra jobs to be shared.
I kind of feel like I could use a cigarette just thinking about it.
So I took a pal to the doctor's office yesterday. He had to go in for minor (albeit a rather humbling) surgery. Went to the Surgicenter in Downtown Orlando, a place I wouldn't recommend to my worst enemy. Aside from every patient being made to wait for their doctor to show up for surgery (it seemed that an hour after schedule was common), the front desk staff was pretty rude.
At one point, this kindly woman in her sixties and I were the only ones left in the waiting room. We had both arrived around six in the morning, and there we sat at 11:30. I had nothing better to do, so the wait wasn't as bad for me. The woman, however, was waiting for her husband to finish surgery o his shoulder -- surgery which started at seven. In that time, she had heard nothing from the doctor, nor his nurse. Given that her husband was elderly, she was beginning to worry.
The poor lady goes up to the front desk to acquire news about her husband; any update of any kind. Every one behind the front desk looked at the woman as if they had asked her for something more precious than their time, and promptly ignored her. The woman began crying and inquired once more, but she was met with the same cold reception (pun intended).
The woman settled back to her seat, and I figured I would try to make small talk with her. At her husband's age, and given the way this place ran... Who knew what was going on, and that had to be scary. As it happens, after I asked her how long it had been since she heard anything, the door opened up and they called her back.
We chatted briefly later, but I hope it eased her worries a bit to have some one notice her.
And, uh, I guess there's not much else going on. Just getting some rest before Hell Week. Maybe get some sun.
Take care!
I think I only smoke cigarettes when I get bored, so it might have been a better idea to just stop being so boring. Should the patches fail, maybe I'll pick-up rock climbing.
This next week is gonna be all sorts of crazy. My film production group starts shooting our final project, and the schedule is something along these lines:
Monday: Blocking (planning camera shots) for eight hours.
Tuesday: Pre-light (nailing down our lighting schemes) of the set for eight hours.
Wednesday - Saturday: Twelve hours of filming per day.
This wouldn't be so bad, but I am going to be an assistant to the VTR guy (who looks at a screen and presses a button every now and then), which is to say that I will be spending my time on set looking for something else to do. Hopefully there will be plenty of extra jobs to be shared.
I kind of feel like I could use a cigarette just thinking about it.
So I took a pal to the doctor's office yesterday. He had to go in for minor (albeit a rather humbling) surgery. Went to the Surgicenter in Downtown Orlando, a place I wouldn't recommend to my worst enemy. Aside from every patient being made to wait for their doctor to show up for surgery (it seemed that an hour after schedule was common), the front desk staff was pretty rude.
At one point, this kindly woman in her sixties and I were the only ones left in the waiting room. We had both arrived around six in the morning, and there we sat at 11:30. I had nothing better to do, so the wait wasn't as bad for me. The woman, however, was waiting for her husband to finish surgery o his shoulder -- surgery which started at seven. In that time, she had heard nothing from the doctor, nor his nurse. Given that her husband was elderly, she was beginning to worry.
The poor lady goes up to the front desk to acquire news about her husband; any update of any kind. Every one behind the front desk looked at the woman as if they had asked her for something more precious than their time, and promptly ignored her. The woman began crying and inquired once more, but she was met with the same cold reception (pun intended).
The woman settled back to her seat, and I figured I would try to make small talk with her. At her husband's age, and given the way this place ran... Who knew what was going on, and that had to be scary. As it happens, after I asked her how long it had been since she heard anything, the door opened up and they called her back.
We chatted briefly later, but I hope it eased her worries a bit to have some one notice her.
And, uh, I guess there's not much else going on. Just getting some rest before Hell Week. Maybe get some sun.
Take care!
chika:
i liked reading your profile. you seem really amazing, let's stay in touch?
chika:
maybe i can learn some things from you, then.