Boss-man.
I don't believe in working a job that you don't absolutely love but that's just me. I'm one of those lucky bastards who don't need to work for money.
So of course, I wouldn't work at GIFF if I didn't want to. Even if I'm do a bunch grunt work; I sign up for anything really, control-freak and whatnot. Boss-man told me last week that I got to step up my game and I nodded and smiled, knowing that I do. Right after, he turned to the rest of the room and said "but she just finished finals so that's okay, now she's all ours". It's time to get creative as FUUU.
First order of business? Stroll over to that place where I can get my laptop checked out so it can be fixed and crap. Like pronto. Why? Because toggling around on Final Cut Pro does't work if you can't freaking run it for more than 2 minutes.
Something that bothered me. Couple days ago I was chit-chatting with boss-man and he said something about me writing for some big newspaper. I cringed. I don't want to do that. Hell, I love to write as much as the next guy but I wouldn't make a living out of it. I could do like a conspiracy blog or interviews to put on a website. I can write and I might be hella good at it but. I'm not that kind of journalist. It's not where my heart is. It isn't something I want to live on, just something that would get me by.
You know what gets me? Being able to walk into a studio and smell nothing but cold and camera equipment. Being able to sit down on the computer and just stare for hours trying to get the right shot. It's so much harder when your laptop is on the fritz, trust me. And I miss it so much. So much. I want to make magic and this is how you do it.
But hey, boss-man from Texas job endorsed you for video editing on your LinkedIn. So he gets it. Your current boss-man will, too. Trust me. He will.