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Wednesday, 23 April 2008

You work on what show?!?

We all seem to hold our shows in such high regards over here.

I went for a coffee (and yummy biscuit) catch up with my old Production Manager and fellow co-ordinator this afternoon which was really nice. They are some of the only people that I actually feel the need to continue connecting with after our show ended and I enjoy our chats.

This afternoon we sat around the table and completely trashed our new respective shows. It filled us with such warm glows. But in retrospect we should have more faith and respect for the shows we work on shouldn't we? We shouldn't consider them to be utter crap.

Co-ordinator: So our show was supposed to be put up against Gordon Ramsey but they've decided to change the airing time.

Production Manager: I don't really blame them, that is a good show.

Miss M: You can't go up against Gordon, I mean (the show) is really good - you'll get panned!

Co-ordinator: I know!

Miss M: Hey least you're not working on my show - our biggest scoop has been two men trapped down a well. That will be fantastic prime time viewing

All of us pack up laughing

Production Manager: Well my show is so amazing that we can't even find any contributors to be on it. High class tv we work on hey girls?

Miss M: Well it pays the bills

Co-ordinator: Sometimes I wouldn't mind working on a high brow show ...

Miss M: But then we couldn't have conversations like this!

Giggling ensues

We then proceeded to trash a couple of work colleagues and continued on this wonderful catch up.

It got me to thinking though how I can love my job so much but actively despise the shows that I work on. Sometimes I'm embarrassed to admit that my name is attached to them because they really are utter crap.

But the British public still watch them.

And I still get paid.

Thursday, 6 March 2008

Oh darling we REALLY have to catch up!

Television really is a fickle industry. I just had a rather amusing conversation with a Researcher I made friends with on the 10th floor.

Miss M: Did you end up going out for drinks last night?

Researcher: Well just G and I ended grabbing one.

Miss M: Ye sorry I couldn't make it, but we REALLY have to get together soon for a big one

Researcher: Definitely! But we need someone like you to organise it.

Miss M: Okies, well you send me the list of people you want invited and I'll set it up

Researcher: How about I send you the list of people that we DON'T want and you can work around that?

Blinks

Miss M: Giggles Fair enough, I can work like that

Researcher: You know how it is, you run into them in the corridor and it is like "HI! How ARE you? We REALLY have to go for a drink" all kiss kiss lovey lovey and then flipping them zap signs behind their back as they walk off.

Blinks

Miss M: Yup, I know that feeling well.

And the best part to this is that the Researcher in question is a heterosexual male.

Well I'd swear otherwise but apparently he is!

Hmm ... I hope I'm not one of those people that he does the lovey lovey thing with!