almost witty

“If you want a working definition of a producer’s job, it is persuading people to do things they don’t want to do. And which are not in their own best interests.” - Jeremy Paxman. So right.

One of the reasons I ended up working in what I do is because in my adolescent trapped-in-rural-Wales-mindset I could airily say something like “Yeah, I’m filming some backstage stuff this weekend” and those around me could coo, swoon and generally offer me lots of hugs and kisses and fantastic sex. Or maybe not.

Lately, bizarrely, work has been fantastic. I’ve been kept busy doing relatively interesting stuff for a change, and I’ve had to exercise video editing skills I haven’t really had to use since 1995. So I’m a bit rusty, but as a SoCal girl would say, it’s all good.

In addition to crafting bits of broadband video clips, it also looks as if I may have a very very minor role to play in coverage of a huge benefit concert this weekend. This inordinately impresses me. However, it has singuarly failed to impress my friends and colleagues around me. Which goes to show maybe I’m the only one impressed by what I do.

Now, what would really be impressive is for me to figure out when a date is a date. Or to make it to the gym.

currybetdotnet - A More Open BBC

I just wish I had that problem, where people cared about your work enough to flame! I think it was Oscar Wilde who said something along the lines of better to be attacked than ignored…

Webmonkey.com lost almost all its’ editorial staff this week. It’s a shame when people lose their jobs - and this sad tale has been repeated at least twice in my life. You’d think they’d find a better way of letting people know that they’re surplus to requirements and will have to eat soylent green in the future.

Only at work can you get the following classic sentence:

“come to one of the short seminars followed by lunch … The seminars will be 1.5 hours long, including presentations, videos and time for Q&A”

I’ve seen films that were shorter than that.