Boredom is an evil tool

Miss M: I'm bored

Miss M's Imaginary Voice: Do some work

Miss M: I don't want to

Miss M's Imaginary Voice: Check your facebook

Miss M: Done that

Miss M's Imaginary Voice: Ponders for a moment I know, why don't you announce to everyone that (insert colleagues name) is shagging (insert other colleagues name)

Miss M: That would be quite cruel wouldn't it?

Miss M's Imaginary Voice: Nods But it would alleviate the boredom wouldn't it?

Miss M: True

Miss M's Imaginary Voice: Plus you've only got 1 day left ...

Miss M: She'd hate me though

Oh but how much fun it would be! Who thinks I should listen to my evil inner voice?

P.S: Jason has returned home and he hasn't called me. He has my number too. I think he's back with his girlfriend. Oh well, it obviously wasn't meant to be.

1 Mojito, 2 Mojito ....

So last night was our wrap party for the show. Considering that most of our team are in Australia and that they are only 7 of us left in London it wasn't that raucous, however we did manage to go through £700 for the evening.

We discovered the best drink ever - Champagne Mojito's. Strong ones I might add, so you can imagine that after a couple the tongues were loosened and the claws were also coming out towards our absent colleagues.

Things I learnt last night:

1) Drinking 2 Mojito's followed by Champagne followed by white wine followed by liqueurs does not make you feel well on a Friday morning

2) Drunkenly informing your colleagues about your sex life is not forgotten about the next morning

3) The generous drunken offer to set up your colleague with a friend is not looking like the best idea in the cold sober light (I think I was trying to earn brownie points)

4) One of our fellow Co-Ordinators has been shagging one of the Producers on the show

5) 7 woman + copious amounts of alcohol = Loud, giggly and tactless entertainment

6) Saying how stupid it is when Creatives call a TV show a "Film" does not go down well with the Creative at the table. (Especially as she earlier was referring to "the films" she has made)

7) Informing your Production Manager that you won't be in to work until 1130am and then showing up at 945am scores you massive Brownie points

This was followed by an extended lunch this afternoon with 4 of us who then proceeded to slag off our counterparts in Australia.

Oh how I do love the fickleness of TV

P.S: Tonight is the final of the show and Jason is in the last 3. I don't think he is going to win but he shall soon be home for me to stalk.

I'm just too sexy for this blog

We had a couple of visitors in the office this morning - The Right Said Fred brothers. Who here remembers them?

I loved that song when I was a kid - we used to prance up and down miming the words - we really though it was just the coolest song ever. Unfortunately now I hear it, cringe and wish that I didn't know it, but such is life.

I do love the two of them though. When I met them at one of our previous shoots I just had the overwhelming desire to beg Richard to say it - I desperately wanted to hear him utter those words! I could just see the conversation unfolding in my head ...

Miss M: That shirt looks really good on you

Right Said Fred Brother: Thanks

Miss M: Tilts her head knowingly In fact it almost looks too good on you ...

Right Said Fred Brother: Umm ... ok, thanks

Miss M: Do you not feel too good in it?

Right Said Fred Brother: Worrying stare No ...

Miss M: Puppy dog eyes Oh come on, just say it!

Right Said Fred Brother: Say what?

Miss M: Stamps foot on the ground Please, please, please, just say it now!

Right Said Fred Brother: Backing away slowly I think I might need my bodyguards now

*Sighs*

It would have been beautiful though ...

P.S: Two more nights of J, but I think he might get voted off tonight. I am now slightly off him though, I saw him filing his nails on last nights show. No manly man is supposed to do a thing like that!

I'm baaaack!

Sorry to have been so quiet but I have been at home rather ill.

Actually I've been lying on my couch making vague croaking and moaning noises at whoever walked in the room in my desperate attempt to make contact with my housemates.

Miss M: Groan Muah firsty

Housemate: What was that?

Miss M: Gnee wadda

Housemate: Shame Miss M, you not feeling well?

Miss M: Pleading eyes WADDA PGWEASE!

So yes, today I made it back to work and had some rather good news in my email inbox. For any of you who follow my adventures you'll know that in a week or so I am out of a job and was rather panicked about it. Well I now officially have had my contract extended until mid February with the hopes of there being more after that. The stress is now over. I can have my holiday in Cape Town without the fear and panic of being unemployed!

Now if only people could understand what I was saying when I speak.

Unblock you damn nose! Unblock!

P.S: I only have 3 more days of watching Jason on TV, not sure what I'm going to do after that! Who thinks I should declare my undying love?

Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, Sugar!

We have a thing called "Friday Treats" in our office; it means that each Friday afternoon someone goes off and buys some sort of treat for the team to munch on - sometimes cake, sometimes chips/crisps or sweets.

Today the one Co-Ordinator came back with 2 packets of Haribo sweets which the four of us quickly scoffed down in record time.

15 minutes later a delivery of Haribo sweets arrived from some lovely company donating them to us (No idea why and I don't want to query in case they get taken away from us) and we've spent the past half an hour eating them. We have normal gummy sweets, sour sweets, strange animal shaped sweets and our person favourite - 30cm long worms that wiggle as you're eating them.

I feel ill.

We all have sugar highs and are giggling and bouncing around the office now.

We all feel ill.

But so good.

Ill.

But good.

Bring on the weekend!

P.S: I'm starting to realise that Jason isn't the smartest tool in the shed - but I'm willing to overlook it because he is just so damn gorgeous!

The Reality Television Awards

I have to thank Mr. R Rabbit for this as it has made my day.

Sometimes I wish that we could actually do this but then I might be out of a job in the future.

Aah, but it would be worth it ....

Go check out the rest of the cartoons - they're really good


P.S: I think I want to marry Jason

Reality Dawns

One of the downers of working in television is that the jobs are not permanent, you are only contracted for as long as the show and after that you are out on the street looking for a new job. It's all about timing - as sometimes as your one show finishes up another one is starting that you can go onto - but usually you have to start mail bashing companies and beg for a new contract. Literally.

This morning it dawned on me that I have 3 weeks until my contract here finishes and I'm heading home to Cape Town on holiday. 3 weeks and I'm jobless. 3 weeks?! Least I have the holiday to look forward to but I'm not looking forward to finding a new contract in January.

It's stressful. I'm stressed out and really worried that there won't be anything around. I can't even start looking now to make myself feel better as no one knows what is happening in the new year quite yet. This is the first time in almost 2 years that I haven't had a new contract to move onto already in advance.

This industry is so unstable - is it really worth it? Or this time should I try and find myself an "adult job"?

P.s
Jason is growing a scruffy beard at the moment which I'm not sure that I like ... but he's still hot

Do people not have anything better to do?

In England you can email to the channels if you have a compliment/query/complaint about a television show that you have watched on that specific channel if you wish to air it. This is called The Duty Log. I enjoy reading the duty log for entertainments sake because sometimes the things that people write are just hysterical.

However on my show I have become the contact for the Duty Office to mail all the complaints/compliments/queries to and the past couple of days have been spent finding out what a certain song is, where the celebrity got their dress and other mundane stupid things. There is one that has stuck out to me though and we've all been having a good giggle over -

"I write regarding your ad prior to the (show), which features a very high pitched whistle, this noise is terrifying our King Charles Dog Lady. At the moment we are having to sit to watch (The Channel) with the sound turned down, I don't think for one minute that we are alone with this problem, there must be other dogs out there suffering from your high pitched whistle please on behalf of Lady an all the other dogs STOP YOUR WHISTLE. P.S.You could be losing thousand of viewers over this + its so cruel."

Seriously? Is this person serious? Why can't they just mute the volume when they see this ad? Or better yet, who the fuck cares?! Seriously do people not have anything better to do with their time?!

P.S
Jason is getting even hotter