Now that the election is past us, would you kindly redirect you attention back to me. Me. ME!
I just want to thank you for indulging my momentary wallow in self-pity and drama. I know I said that that I didn’t want to be comforted, but you knew that I secretly needed it and did so anyway.
Aren’t you the BESTest Internet and real life friends a girl could have!
I don’t discuss Mike’s company or his job much because…
1) the multiple NDAs they’ve made me sign prohibit me from doing so
2) … and, as I’ve mentioned before, I generally try to stay OUT of his job.
(Okay, mostly it’s the strict NDAs from the studio. They are scary.)
Well, now that his professional life has invaded our domestic… or should I say “foreign” life, it’s only fair that I get to turn it into blog posts.
It isn’t even the job that’s getting to me. Gaps between productions are expected in the film industry. It’s the being dependent on visas and moving our family across oceans at a moment’s notice that’s putting the gray I’m my dark brown do.
Mike’s boss equates this sort of existence with that of migrant farmer workers, except on a global scale. When “doing the ’rounds” includes years of going between London, Los Angeles, New York, Canada, and NEW ZEALAND as many of Mike’s co-workers, wives (or “production widows” as they call themselves), and children have done, it’s an apt description.
When the boss’ wife (because yes, in spite of myself, we ARE friends now) and her daughter dropped by for an impromptu play date yesterday, I knew that the topic would come up. To avoid things getting awkward, I mentally rehearsed a nonchalance about it…
While my words gingerly danced around our husbands’ office politics, my eyes screamed, “Please DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!”
Of course, she has about as much influence on studio funding as I do, which is to say, none at all. She did, however, share my eye-rolling disgust over the situation and brought up an interesting point…
Remember that writers’ strike from oh so long ago ?
(Yeah, neither did I…)
While other parts of the entertainment industry have since recovered or, in some cases, brilliantly overcome, its effects are just now hitting the CG animation world. So now there’s a lull in projects anyway… in least in the UK.
Best to simply go on with daily life or, as a ubiquitous English sentiment from Word War II goes, “keep calm and carry on”.
I must say, it’s a good motto to live by…
That is, until the very thing you’re trying to repress starts to impact Every… Single… Decision.
For instance, we’re running low on ketchup and I can’t decide if I should buy more… you know, in case we just have to throw it away in four weeks!
Okay, so that may be THE stupidest example I could come up with…
(Who cares? Just buy the stinkin’ ketchup already. It’s the only thing that gets the kid to eat his meals these days.)
… but it does go to show just how much anxiety I have over this.
For the record, it affects bigger decisions too, like whether or not to enroll Avery in that wonderful nursery school I spent the last two months feverishly finding lest he be denied early admission to Harvard for lagging in his preschool acumen.
So yeah. Preschool in the UK… There’s a whole other post for tomorrow.