Further to my last post...

First up: read my last post first if you want to make sense of the following conversation.

So...The Child duly came in for her interview. I asked Thepersonwhointerviewedher how it went and she raved about her.

I then sent The Child this text.

'Crikey, what lies did you tell? Thepersonwhointerviewedyou likes you. I smell a rat...a big fat rat.'

Her: 'Oh no, she's just saying that because she thinks we are friends. Which is SO not true. And obviously I lied out my arse too.'

'Now it's making sense.'

'And I gave her a puppy.' 

 

 

 

A Well Received Recommendation

I got an email from someone who used to work on a show I produced at another production company. She's back in the country and is looking for work. I asked her to send me her CV and said that I would forward it on to the right person.

She did that and I forwarded it with the accompanying email.

Attached is Insert Name’s (from here on known as The Child) C.V.
Don’t believe a word of what she says, it’s all lies.
Having said that, I can’t recommend her highly enough. She worked on Insertnameofshow and stopped me plunging a knife into Insertnameofsomeone's neck. We’d have conversations like, ‘How are you feeling Kate?’
‘I want to cut myself.’
‘Would that be with a blunt or a sharp knife?’
And if I wanted either those knives, she would have provided them – as well as the first aid.
She’s great at co-ordinating, being in the field, got loads of initiative, knows computers inside side out, is a word Nazi with incredible eye for detail and most recently has been production managing at Anotherproductioncompay.
I’d love her in the office because then I could pick on her.
See whatcha think ! 

She has an interview on Friday.

Just Call Me the Fertility Fairy.

At the company I work at I am now up to my sixth show I am producing for them.

I would just like to point out that every single one of my production managers has announced they have fallen pregnant while on my shows.

The latest being today.

Sadly I can no longer claim that I've upped my marriage-followed-by-a-baby score (four) but, let's face it, that would start to be a little bit Twilight Zone.

However I'm saying I thought I was doing well at four....but six?

People in the office are now refusing to work for me...

A Text Conversation.

I just got a text from a member of my team. They are doing a night shoot - outside - and I was sent a photo of the shoot with the caption, 'Freezing our arses off. Are you bringing coffee hahahaha?'

I text back.

'A decent producer would bring you coffee - pity your one is such a bitch.'

I know they'll get me back, but right now I'm really enjoying being me.

*Skips off to snuggle up to heater*