Classic Monday

Sound, Speed. Camera, rolling. Scene 1A Take 1. CLAP!
Over and over I dream, shot 1, shot 2, shot 3, shot 4…but for some reason the shot never seems to change. The name changes and the director and the DP act like we’re getting somewhere but from my perspective it looks like the same shot. I look closer at the subject…it’s me! How can this be? I’m running sound, I have a mixer attached to me, boom pole in hand, yet right there in front of me is me! It’s weird though, I’m sleeping. Every time the director yells “Cut” actor Kelli wakes up hits the snooze button and goes back to sleep for the next shot…the next shot which happens to look exactly the same. The confusion builds in sound Kelli as the shots continue until I become more and more conscious and realize it’s almost 7:30 A.M. I get out of bed in a panic, I have to work at 9:00!
I take a two minute shower, make my outfit, hair and makeup look presentable. Usually I try to leave the house a little after 8:00 A.M. since the morning rush of the Red Line can take a little longer than the average commute to the Loop, I was pushin’ it.
Not only do I have to be at work at 9:00 A.M. but I have to return sound equipment to the Cage at DePaul. The equipment is due by 12 P.M. but I work until 5:00 P.M. The Cage opens at 9:00 A.M, how do I manage this? I have to be the first one in line at the Cage at 9, pray that the employees get to work on time and if I’m lucky I can be at my desk across the street at the College of Law by 9:05.
Needless to say by the time I get to the train stop this morning (with a suitcase full of equipment by my side) I came to terms with the fact that I’m going to be late. Stop after stop more and more people get on the train, it seems like even more than usual. My face is in the armpit of one person while my butt is against someone else’s, I start sweating in my scarf and leather jacket, feeling a bit claustrophobic. I close my eyes listening to Lindsey Stirling, trying to imagine I’m the only one on the train and it’s me playing the violin, it calms me down.
I open my eyes and look up to see what stop we’re at….North and Clybourn, then I read, 7:44 A.M. Wait, what?!
I start laughing silently to myself, I most definitely forgot to change my alarm clock and my oven for Daylight Savings. I’m not going to be late to work…I’m going to be early.
I celebrate my silliness with a lemon poppyseed muffin and a blog writing session.
Happy Monday!

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It's Temporary: The Legal Clinic

Living in Chicago has been a blast. I’ve met so many new people, been to cool places, and I love my program thus far! I am almost done with my first film project! The tough part has been finding a job.  I applied to many different places in retail, restaurants, studios…nothing was working, until last Friday! I had an interview for DePaul’s Student Temporary Services and I was offered a job that day! I started work this past Monday.
What this means is I am basically a Temp worker for the university. My manager is contacted by different departments around DePaul’s campus when they need extra help in their office or on a project. If it works with my schedule then I could get assigned to that department for the time needed. My first job has been at the DePaul University Legal Clinic as a receptionist. Today is my third day, it’s been an experience. I don’t know much about legal advice or how law school is structured but I’m beginning to learn. One thing I know for sure is that the DePaul Legal Clinic does not take walk-ins!! The number one kind of call I have been receiving is people looking for legal council. Part of my job is to refer these callers to surrounding clinics..so if you need a legal referral in the Chicago area, I’ve got your back.
It’s challenging to be a temp…getting to know a new office, learning the best way to contact each person in the office, knowing who to ask what, knowing who comes in when, relaying messages, answering different types of phone questions (that usually I have know idea how to answer..especially legal advice, thank goodness for the trusty binder they gave me) and basically just figuring out their office flow.
Nobody likes change, I can imagine having a temporary receptionist or office person is frustrating…they are supposed to know things..and their the one asking questions? Fortunately, I’ve been lucky at this first job. Everyone has been really nice and helpful. I will definitely learn a lot as I float around to different departments; about different topics and about different styles of office life…it’ll be an educational experience and kind of a human experiment at the same time.
The best part about this job now is that it is in the building next door to my apartment building. I currently exist among four buildings and they’re all within a block! I hope this continues throughout the Winter!
This song doesn’t totally apply…but like me, It’s Temporary.

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