As I've said before, my work ethic means that I often overbook myself, and when that happens, the only way to choose is to write a list of pros and cons and be methodical. High on the list (apart from remuneration) is the love of the job. Of course, a job which would put every other on the CV in the shade can't be ignored.
Today was such a day of choices. A music video/photoshoot versus a longer-term and paid leafleting job. The more I leaflet, the longer the contract. The problem with leafleting is that it's unexpectedly draining to smile and push literature on passers by. Lots people don't like pieces of paper thrust at them, and will avoid eye contact, or sometimes act as though you're handing them poisoned sweets. The worst part is, of course, if they snatch it then toss it in the air in front of you, littering the pavement.
So of course I chose the music shoot FOLLOWED by the leafleting. I'm nothing if not prompt so I was at the shoot venue bright eyed and bushy-tailed. The camera crew rocked up 40 minutes late, didn't recognise the players and didn't bother to learn names. The main featured actress (complete with soot-covered bare feet, had just had full streaky make up when the art director's assistant came over and declared the face 'too smudged' which set the record label exec off. The brief stated that the poor woman was going to have to crazily 'demand-cry' a lot and we were meant to give her the side-eye. I wasn't expecting the amount of shots to be taken due to finding reasonably empty carriages. Of course, camera shake on a moving train and the general heat and lack of lighting didn't help. The poor girl looked exhausted so I guess she'd dug really deep for that over the whole shoot. The singer was in the carriage but not in shot.
It was shot on the London underground (hope that's not pinpointing it too much) so the 10 of us that H&S allowed had passes to keep the barriers opening. It was the usual chaos. Music exec remarked how 'ugly' everything looked. A London Transport employee told us we were shooting in a prohibited spot, the exec rewarded her with a four-letter barrage worthy of Gordon Ramsay. The gist of it was that he was paying for the whole area, in the meantime, the record label exec was ordering the main artiste to get changed while London Transport guide was demanding an apology for the rudeness. The Director was nice, though.
I remained serene as a passenger and looking with typical London anti-curiousness at the crazily crying actress. Despite that I am looking forward to how the music video comes together.
I handed some leaflets out, look:
When I wasn't cosying up with the rugby types.
Bye for now.
Today was such a day of choices. A music video/photoshoot versus a longer-term and paid leafleting job. The more I leaflet, the longer the contract. The problem with leafleting is that it's unexpectedly draining to smile and push literature on passers by. Lots people don't like pieces of paper thrust at them, and will avoid eye contact, or sometimes act as though you're handing them poisoned sweets. The worst part is, of course, if they snatch it then toss it in the air in front of you, littering the pavement.
So of course I chose the music shoot FOLLOWED by the leafleting. I'm nothing if not prompt so I was at the shoot venue bright eyed and bushy-tailed. The camera crew rocked up 40 minutes late, didn't recognise the players and didn't bother to learn names. The main featured actress (complete with soot-covered bare feet, had just had full streaky make up when the art director's assistant came over and declared the face 'too smudged' which set the record label exec off. The brief stated that the poor woman was going to have to crazily 'demand-cry' a lot and we were meant to give her the side-eye. I wasn't expecting the amount of shots to be taken due to finding reasonably empty carriages. Of course, camera shake on a moving train and the general heat and lack of lighting didn't help. The poor girl looked exhausted so I guess she'd dug really deep for that over the whole shoot. The singer was in the carriage but not in shot.
It was shot on the London underground (hope that's not pinpointing it too much) so the 10 of us that H&S allowed had passes to keep the barriers opening. It was the usual chaos. Music exec remarked how 'ugly' everything looked. A London Transport employee told us we were shooting in a prohibited spot, the exec rewarded her with a four-letter barrage worthy of Gordon Ramsay. The gist of it was that he was paying for the whole area, in the meantime, the record label exec was ordering the main artiste to get changed while London Transport guide was demanding an apology for the rudeness. The Director was nice, though.
I remained serene as a passenger and looking with typical London anti-curiousness at the crazily crying actress. Despite that I am looking forward to how the music video comes together.
I handed some leaflets out, look:
When I wasn't cosying up with the rugby types.
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