be really really *really* good at my current work so I can be hired again for other projects

Since I am done with this job, I have to consider I’m done with this goal.
Even if I’ll know if I did a really really ¤really¤ good job only when/if people from the movie call me for working with them again.

Anyway, beautiful experience, and some money on my bank account. Worth doing².

My last day of work on this movie, my first “real” (as in paid and declared) job as a technician in movie industry, ended at Breathtaking V.’s place, with a little party for the team (rendez-vous on wednesday for the official party, the End of Shooting Time Party).
I came back home a little drunk, actually, and pretty happy.
I’ve turned on Beloved Laptop, and discovered I get 26 cheers to give (first time ever !) and that some beloved people, in real life real friends, have added on their list to cheer currently needy goals of mine.
I love you, guys.

Beginning a work day very late = ending a work day very late.
2:48 am. Back home. Exhausted.

Last week or so.
I’ll work on next monday, thursday, wednesday, maybe thursday, and then monday of the next week.
The shooting will end on thursday, the 22th of november. As far as it’s set right now.

Until now, everything has been very ok. Even good. But there are a lot of last-minute problems for this last week of mine…

And, sheesh, tomorrow, have to get up at 5.15 am.

tomorrow, the entire movie team has to be on the set (one hour driving from Paris) at… 7 am. Has to leave the meeting spot in Paris at 6 am. Has to get up at 5.

But me. I’ll be among their tired long grey faces as fresh as a blossom in spring, around 11.45 am.

What a delicious feeling.

4 days off !!!
I feel i’m in vacation.

On my imaginary To Do list, I only have 3000000 things for now :
pluging out the home phone and turning off the mobile

sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping, sleeping,sleeping,sleeping, sleeping, sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping, sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,sleeping,

Tomorrow : first day with extra (and non paid) not-really-actors.
My responsability.
Hope they all be there, 8h15 am.

argh. On monday, workday will begin at 7am.
Must sleep this week-end.

• I have to be at Boulogne (location : very west).
• S. needs the key for a casting (location : pretty east).

And I have no car, no scooter, no bike. I have subways, buses, and feet (including a currently bruised foot).
So T. (who hired me) (and who lives from ten minutes walking from my home) will have to pick me up with his motorbike, and take me to S. at 9.
Then I have to go from pretty east to very west. Yaaa(wn)y…
One hour of sleep just vanished.
Anyhow, I do a quite good job, as far as it seems.

Tired I am. Explanation here