Workin' over time...WORK OUT!
My only regret in my brief penpal correspondence with Callianne Bachman, Randy "BTO" Bachman's daughter, is that I never demanded she opine on how effectively I should "take care of business".
The business end of both my artistic pursuits and indeed life in general causes nothing but stress for me. Teleconferencing, setting up meetings...demanding things...all this does not come naturally to a man like myself.
When face with business in fact I can only go two ways. First, I can hide and pretend things don't need to be taken care of and hope eventually they take care of themselves (they never do). The other option is to go into it headfirst in some sort of put-on of a businessman who's excited about the business of negotiation and demand but that tends to end up with me threatening to "rip of someone's head and shit down their throat".
As much as my business-related disdain continues it seems like with graduation pending and filmmaking still on the go I'm forced to deal with it more than ever.Yesterday alone I had to book a meeting/discuss price and times, demand someone finally consider repairing my computer after numerous visits, go to a screenwriters conference talk and network with some musicians at a party.
It being my career path I was the most worried about the screenwriting talk. When I got there my worst fears were realized when it seemed to be full of either 20 something wannabes like myself though more comedic and talkative and 50 something shouldabeenbutdidnts who looked like housewives but talked even more. I wasn't a big talker business person so I sat alone, decidedly unethnic in comparison, palms literally sweating in the corner until some other lost soul, a 30 something mom smelling like...i'll say...Elizabeth Taylor's "White Diamonds"...sat next to me.
Luckily the talk went amazingly and it got me really excited about an incredibly regimented and structural way of producing a screenplay. All the creative types in the audience (those of the writers workshop no doubt) clearly showed distaste but I, the quiet fearful man in the corner saw the armor of 40 systematically organized and labeled index cards as my best defense against the mob of business showmanship and indeed the possible way I can take care of business...quietly and kind of afraid.
I can make meetings lying in bed in my pajamas and speaking apologetically, I can circle the block around the computer place until someone comes in and demands the repair person's attention then I can start a line behind them, I can hide in the back of conferences and enjoy the formulaic constraints of structure and I can wait until everyones very drunk at parties to get them to promise things to me.
I'm a fucking business avenger. When I buy my first business suit I think I'm also going to buy a mask.
In other news: Is everyone jumping for joy over Spielberg finally getting the rights to Tintin? Tintin is every mildly bilingual child's dream hero because he drinks and fails and isn't necessarily that good at adventure but somehow always saves the day. Plus he lives in a weird time period that probably doesn't exist and seriously has been to the moon multiple times.
I think I'm excited now but as soon as I realize I'm not actually PLAYING Tintin it'll seem a little less fun.
CAM
My only regret in my brief penpal correspondence with Callianne Bachman, Randy "BTO" Bachman's daughter, is that I never demanded she opine on how effectively I should "take care of business".The business end of both my artistic pursuits and indeed life in general causes nothing but stress for me. Teleconferencing, setting up meetings...demanding things...all this does not come naturally to a man like myself.
When face with business in fact I can only go two ways. First, I can hide and pretend things don't need to be taken care of and hope eventually they take care of themselves (they never do). The other option is to go into it headfirst in some sort of put-on of a businessman who's excited about the business of negotiation and demand but that tends to end up with me threatening to "rip of someone's head and shit down their throat".
As much as my business-related disdain continues it seems like with graduation pending and filmmaking still on the go I'm forced to deal with it more than ever.Yesterday alone I had to book a meeting/discuss price and times, demand someone finally consider repairing my computer after numerous visits, go to a screenwriters conference talk and network with some musicians at a party.
It being my career path I was the most worried about the screenwriting talk. When I got there my worst fears were realized when it seemed to be full of either 20 something wannabes like myself though more comedic and talkative and 50 something shouldabeenbutdidnts who looked like housewives but talked even more. I wasn't a big talker business person so I sat alone, decidedly unethnic in comparison, palms literally sweating in the corner until some other lost soul, a 30 something mom smelling like...i'll say...Elizabeth Taylor's "White Diamonds"...sat next to me.
Luckily the talk went amazingly and it got me really excited about an incredibly regimented and structural way of producing a screenplay. All the creative types in the audience (those of the writers workshop no doubt) clearly showed distaste but I, the quiet fearful man in the corner saw the armor of 40 systematically organized and labeled index cards as my best defense against the mob of business showmanship and indeed the possible way I can take care of business...quietly and kind of afraid.
I can make meetings lying in bed in my pajamas and speaking apologetically, I can circle the block around the computer place until someone comes in and demands the repair person's attention then I can start a line behind them, I can hide in the back of conferences and enjoy the formulaic constraints of structure and I can wait until everyones very drunk at parties to get them to promise things to me.
I'm a fucking business avenger. When I buy my first business suit I think I'm also going to buy a mask.
In other news: Is everyone jumping for joy over Spielberg finally getting the rights to Tintin? Tintin is every mildly bilingual child's dream hero because he drinks and fails and isn't necessarily that good at adventure but somehow always saves the day. Plus he lives in a weird time period that probably doesn't exist and seriously has been to the moon multiple times.I think I'm excited now but as soon as I realize I'm not actually PLAYING Tintin it'll seem a little less fun.
CAM
posted by Cam at 1:21 PM
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