Welcome to Boredomhood
A day expected to hold much excitement and drama has turned into a sleepy, ming-numbingly boring event. We were to have a wonderful first day of shoot today. Up I got at 7 am, despite the failure of my trusted phone alarm, and ran out the door after a quick shower, not washing my hair and not bothering with makeup. We had to shoot in the rain afterall, so why bother, I thought. Horrible mistake. Everybody turned up really late, then sat around waiting for it to rain, and the sun just kept getting brighter and brighter. So we all dispersed, to look for locations for the film. An hour of polluted rickshaw rides later, I get a call to tell me that the kind of location we want has been changed. Not only did this make my last hour a failure, the vagueness of this suggested ‘change’ meant that I had nothing to do now. So back to the office I came, and found the other ADs in a similar position. Together, we decided to make something of the day and watch a disgusting 3rd grade film online and make fun of it. The pelvic gyrations and vulgar dialogue had almost saved the day when we got a call. Half the ADs were needed just in case a shoot was to magically happen. I’m one of the unlucky ones that wasn’t needed. So, here I sit, encompassed by bad music, my eyelids closing every 3 seconds, and looking (ah the morning’s folly!) like I was just raped and slid through a drain.
To put a cherry on top, I have to go to my irritating uncle’s birthday dinner. Why should I have to suffer just because my grandparents didn’t know about the existence of birth-control 50 years ago??
