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.

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.