“I’m tired, please make it stop”
Just when you think you are done, your feature mentor has one more round of drafts for you and your multimedia mentor sends you back to the field to re-shoot. Now, the problem with this is not the editing or re-arranging of paragraphs to make your written piece flow better, because that’s pretty much what a journalists life is supposed to be like, nor is it the re-shooting because well, if you want to do TV production for the rest of your life, you just need to suck it up and get on with it (shooting). The problem here is the energy, the patience and the time, the energy you take begging people to stand in front of the camera, the patience you need to have when people can’t stop fidgeting when you ask them to be still and the little time you have to shoot everything keeping in mind that you have to make it all come together, perfectly. That’s the ‘pain in the arse’ part about this job. Unlike lawyers, we don’t wait for people to come to us to tell their story, unlike doctors, we don’t pray you get sick so you pay a us a visit you need to because its a matter of life and death and we are certainly not like engineers where there a great need for us because we posses a rare skill.
No, we have to run after you, chase you down and when we finally convince you to tell your story, we hope and pray that you will cooperate and not leave us in the cold the moment we turn our backs to adjust the sound in the sound recorder or to pick up our notebooks filled with all the questions we want to ask you.
Today was one of those ‘pain in the arse days’ Percy’s person did not show up, then when my people did, it was hard to keep them still, they were fidgeting, they were taking smoke breaks, they were taking their sweet time, they were just not listening to me. When Percy’s person finally showed up, atleast I was done with my part. Here’s the thing though, Percy’s person was late yet he was the the one threatening us with time, saying he will leave if we don’t get to him in time. Howu…even when it’s not our fault we still have to take the blame and suffer the consequences if we disobey. So Lameez, Percy and I had to run from one end of Yeoville to the other, in the heat, carrying all the equipment and putting up with our tired and swearing personalities, fuck you, fuck this, fuck in-depth, this is torture, I can’t take this shit no more, fuck you for not focusing the first time around, fuck you for not marking the audio, fuck the rain when we are till busy shooting outside, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck and you know its bad when Lameez, calls kids who accidentally and innocently bump into her or the equipment “little shits”, lol.
Wow…These days just keep on getting worse ey.
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