First week at work
Monday
I get up at 6am in a flurry. I need time to choose an outfit and stick some lip-gloss on — just in case I bump into His Majesty 'on set'. After much deliberation I throw on my stripey jumper and jeans, because that's what I always wear. Turns out to be the art-department uniform. Everybody is really friendly and welcoming, but I feel shy and don't say all that much. I smile a lot to make up for it, though. Probably a bit too much, come to think of it.
Tuesday
I spend the morning reading scripts, looking for anything that sounds like a graphic: maps, scrolls, poems, tapestries, paintings, and lots and lots of letters. Every time one of Henry's many wives writes to him begging him not to behead her / divorce her / wear that pink shirt to her office party etc, I have to supply the calligraphy. I highlight certain lines with a florescent pen and try not to giggle at the sex scenes.
Wednesday
I start the day by making a list of all the things I'll need for my toolbox. A toolbox! Full of gold paint, superglue, methylated spirits, and all kinds of other extremely exciting things. I picture myself striding onto set like some kind of doctor, reaching into my toolbox and fixing stuff with my 'black-tack' — which is like blu-tack only about a million times better. I feel like I'm going to die with happiness.
Thursday
I spend the morning learning how to 'make things look old'. I spend the afternoon drawing a lion.
Friday
I get up at 6 just so I can get to the studio in good time to send my first designs off to the set decorator. I can't wait to get to work and on the bus I almost die with happiness all over again. Oh, and I've stopped bothering with lip-gloss. His Majesty will just have to put up with it — I have stuff to tack.
11 comments:
Oh thank you for taking me to work with you, that was so fun. Next week too please.
YAY Annie! WELL DONE, YOU!
I'm giddy with excitement for you. I can't wait to hear about the ratings spike due to the wonderous and gloriful graphic elelments and all the posh suarez you get invited to.
Will there be pictures of the tool box and your workplace?
Ooh, I love your new job. I dream of spending the day making things look old and drawing lions. Hurrah! Congratulations!
Man, your job sounds so brilliant I'm almost too jealous to re-read this post. But I'm going to re-read it, because I love knowing that some people have jobs they really love...sigh...
It's official: You fucking rock.
OH. MAN...your job sounds *infinitely* more exciting than mine last week :) Spending the day making things look old...
*sigh*
I must know.
What colour is the toolbox?
Is black tack available to the general public, or is it some military grade stuff that only special forces and graphic artists are allowed to use? It sounds dangerous.
You are indeed a jam-meister of the highest order. I can't wait to see it on TV.
This sounds like the coolest job ever. The sort of thing I'd love to do if I had ANY SORT OF SKILL WITH MY HANDS AT ALL.
Let us know if you bump into His Maj Himself - maybe you can find some way to glue yourself to him...? Somehow?
There is nothing, absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in toolboxes ... or with toolboxes .... In or out of them it doesn’t matter.
Crongratulations Annie.
1. Blue and white tack is entertainment enough for me, I couldn't cope with the excitement of black tack (the handsome but dangerous older brother of the two other tacks?)
2. That sounds like the most awsomenest kind of tool box ever!
I'm so jelous I cant put it into words! I hope youre enjoying as much as you sound like you do!!
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