Monday, July 23, 2012

Red Eyes.

A long time ago, someone, somewhere, decided that it was okay to work these kind of hours, with these kind of people, no questions asked. For instance, when you have to wait for the important director on a Saturday, from 14h00 to 23h00. And then have him go off to dinner, with no meeting or apology. And by that time being too tired to be pissed off.


The things that make it worthwhile:
props people walking around with armsfull of plastic crayfish, trailing strings of paper dolls. Dashing to the car in the rain to get the globe and someone singing softly as I walk by: She's got the whole world, in her hands.....

Starting the day with a slice of toast and German Hagebutte spread. Rose hips. The Dolce de Leche of fruit, there's something of the guava there and a hint of the tartness of cooked tomato.
(One wonders where the petals go)

And every morning, those cat paw prints on my windshield.

7 comments:

Tanja said...

Phhht. Indeed. Magtig! Does this fury making result in pins in the poppet, one must wonder? Glad you can focus on the plastic crayfish wranglers of this world, and the cat blessings too.x

the sourcerer said...

he he.
the poppet was a commission for someone else's misery... but I forsee another.

Marie said...

On behalf of Americans (yes?), I apologize. How disappointing.

the sourcerer said...

actually no...
but thank you.

Marie said...

One just assumed :-)

the sourcerer said...

he comes from a land down under...

Tanja said...

maybe he likes a vegimite (sp?) sandwich? phht.