Big Brother is watching

Hi Miss M, can you stop by my office this afternoon for a chat?

The email that can make my heart stop for a minute and then start rapidly beating for the rest of the day.

It's funny how when you're a freelancer you are constantly stressing about the state of your job. Even though you have a contract until March next year written into is the magic sentence which says that there is a 2 week notice period that can be given on either side. It doesn't lend to feeling overly confident in your job 24/7 and I think it is mostly what keeps Freelancers on their toes and forces us to perform well in our job. Not necessarily because we love it, but because you are only as good as your last job and if you want that contract renewed you can not afford to fuck it up in any way what so ever.

So essentially all of us are just a bunch of stressed out, constantly nervous workaholics who feel like their every move is being watched.

Well sometimes it apparently is.

Line Manager: Now Miss M, please don't take this as a telling off - it is more a friendly warning

Miss M: Nervous laugh Okay?

LM: Last Monday you were overheard saying to someone that you were very hungover

Miss M: That's right, I didn't realise there was anything wrong with that?

LM: Well the Executive Producer overheard and has been making noises about whether or not you'll be able to handle the current job you're on and whether you are out partying too much

Miss M: Excuse me? Because I was hungover at work ONCE?

LM: And an hour late

Miss M: Well it is the second time I've been late in the past year and a half, that isn't a bad run is it?

LM: Just try not to talk like that around Execs, they tend to get a bit paranoid. Remember - next time you have a hangover it is a migraine. A migraine Miss M!

Well I didn't realise that my out of school activities were any concern for anyone else. I came to work, I did my work and then I went home.

What cheek.

Thank Goodness It's Friday

My three colleagues and I seem to all have had the same illness. Some more than others. The joy of mine was horrible stomach cramps and the desire to throw up for about 48 hours. My Production Manager and Series Producer seem to have had the symptoms for a bit longer and are slightly worried about them.

The lovely Production Manager has even gone to the doctors to have blood tests to find out what is wrong. He has now spend the past 24 hours utterly convinced that he is going to die.

We've been researching the various illness's that he could possibly have via the pills he's taken and the blood tests that have been done.

We've narrowed it down to pancreatitis or gastric flu.

Neither are very nice.

But neither are life threatening.

However he is still panicking. Especially as the doctor has asked him to come in so they can go over his results. I think he thinks he is going to die.

A gay Production Manager who thinks he is going to die is providing me with many a good giggle.

Miss M: Notices that he has gone a shade of white What's wrong?!

Production Manager: Oh my god, do you think I could have Insert bizarre tropical disease in here? I've got some of the symptoms!

Miss M: Have you been to the Amazon of late?

Production Manager: No ...

Miss M: Then I think you're fine

Production Manager: But I have the symptoms!

Miss M: Sighs I think we'd know if you had Insert bizarre tropical disease in here

Today is not the day to try and play with Miss M. I have a raging hangover due to a VERY drunken night out with Lopz, Fire Poi Boi and The Queen of Melodrama/High School Obsession.

Granted it was one hell of a brilliant night but not very conducive to work.

Lopz and I keep emailing/texting each other silly things we saw/did last night.

We're special.