The horror the horror
Jun. 16th, 2006 02:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootThe pimple was the very least of my worries. Tonight was the night of technodoom.
First came my adventures with the untameable earpiece which would neither let me hear anything nor leave me be. This is a first for one of these things. They don't like my ears and usually leap out as soon as they can, preferably when the camera is trained right on my face, down which they trickle in stringy disdain. This one didn't want to leave at all, and halted its descent at intervals down my cleavage, round my waist, finally running out of malevolent energy in a tangle of legs, mine and the chair's. I found myself flailing hopelessly in front of the camera while 3 people out of shot tried to untangle me from its clutches.
Rueful and miserable at having looked quite such a goon in shot, imagine my joy when this turned out not to be the greatest blooper of the night; the presenter kicked her own chair with such vehemence that the clang resounded across the airwaves like a landing UFO. Temporarily deafened, the teckies stared at us with hollow 'WTF was that?' expressions while the producer made frantic gestures at me to keep going. I did, only to have that b*stard earpiece start finally working with horrifying clarity - I could hear someone talking in the corridor beyond the set about how boredom had resulted in her sticking a small bottle of hotel shampoo up her fundament to find out - well, I don't know what she expected to find out. I tried to pay attention to the cameras and the giggling presenter next to me (her earpiece was being too sensitive too) it turned out that my use of the phrase 'Grinding away' in conjunction with descriptions of the adventures of the shampoo bottle had reduced her to hysterics. We were in trouble; A caller wanted to discuss paranormal orbs of light on a video; it was fascinating as far as it went, but it couldn't go far; not tonight,not with 'Orbs' in the title.
High traffic tonight. Don't ask me how this works; the worse we are the better we get.
This morning, I go home. Asvelvet_the_cat wisely points out, there are worse places to be.
Addendum:mamapusscat's photocopier has started making funny noises. Moving parts can be heard. I didn't touch it!
First came my adventures with the untameable earpiece which would neither let me hear anything nor leave me be. This is a first for one of these things. They don't like my ears and usually leap out as soon as they can, preferably when the camera is trained right on my face, down which they trickle in stringy disdain. This one didn't want to leave at all, and halted its descent at intervals down my cleavage, round my waist, finally running out of malevolent energy in a tangle of legs, mine and the chair's. I found myself flailing hopelessly in front of the camera while 3 people out of shot tried to untangle me from its clutches.
Rueful and miserable at having looked quite such a goon in shot, imagine my joy when this turned out not to be the greatest blooper of the night; the presenter kicked her own chair with such vehemence that the clang resounded across the airwaves like a landing UFO. Temporarily deafened, the teckies stared at us with hollow 'WTF was that?' expressions while the producer made frantic gestures at me to keep going. I did, only to have that b*stard earpiece start finally working with horrifying clarity - I could hear someone talking in the corridor beyond the set about how boredom had resulted in her sticking a small bottle of hotel shampoo up her fundament to find out - well, I don't know what she expected to find out. I tried to pay attention to the cameras and the giggling presenter next to me (her earpiece was being too sensitive too) it turned out that my use of the phrase 'Grinding away' in conjunction with descriptions of the adventures of the shampoo bottle had reduced her to hysterics. We were in trouble; A caller wanted to discuss paranormal orbs of light on a video; it was fascinating as far as it went, but it couldn't go far; not tonight,not with 'Orbs' in the title.
High traffic tonight. Don't ask me how this works; the worse we are the better we get.
This morning, I go home. As
velvet_the_cat wisely points out, there are worse places to be.Addendum:
mamapusscat's photocopier has started making funny noises. Moving parts can be heard. I didn't touch it!![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}