I Love My Job, But...

I love my job. Working on such a cool show like Deep Sea Detectives is great. Especially for a first 9-5 grown up job. But I can’t help but feel that I have the worst job out of everyone in the company. Take Sophie… she’s British and speaks like five different languages. Right now she is in Virginia scouting locations for the May Flower show. Then there is Donna who is busy casting hottie actors. I would love to look at hot boy bodies all day long. Plus get to video tape them to review later. And don’t get me started on the on set crew. First they will be in Virginia, then England, and next the Caribbean. No fair. I sit at a computer all day searching archival databases online for old still photos and film footage. By the way if anyone has footage of the inside of the Whydah Museum, in Provincetown MA please let me know. I spent six hours calling every TV station on Cape Cod looking for footage of that stupid museum. FYI the Whydah is the ship of the pirate Black Sam Bellamy. And to make matter’s worse I found the footage at WGBH and Chronicle (WCVBChannel 5). Now I have to convince these stations to let me license this footage for ten years at a rate of no more than $25 a second. And on top of all that I have to keep the in house database up-to-date, find a stupid film Don Winslow of the Coast Guard, and log all Queen Anne’s Revenge photos. I stay pretty busy. I just can’t shake the feeling that the grass is greener on the other side of the building.