Day starts with another uncomfortable argument in the office, my lead artist having a go in a jokey way at my producer. Calling him shit. Don't know how my producer doesn't tell him to fuck right off. 'You don't even know what a shot list is....go, go on, tell me what a shot list is then...'. Was like seeing a jkid in a playground at some lad because they don't know what a vagina is. Pathetic. The project all got finished on time, we got paid etc etc, so he can't fault my producer because despite all the hassles, it has worked. No news on effects company up town taking him on so they may have just got sick of being pissed around and told him to get fucked. Kinda hope so in a way, I like the lad but his ego is out of control now.
I've actually got a decent project coming up, retouching some photographs of various rugby stuff and photoshopping in some lightening. should look nice images when they are finished.
Called me mam last night after I heard about the inflatable accident down chester park, it's where me mam walks the dog so I was a little concerned. She walked Wally later though, my sister was going to go down that day and take her kid in but thankfully didn't.
Well, todays blog is shit and boring and I've just had an overly cheesy sandwich, I'll piss off and read for the remainder of my dinner break to save me from writing any more guff.
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