I'm not writing anything today, just chatting with you guys. I just graduated from university this year. After finishing an internship (assistant to the general manager) where I worked from 8 am to 5 pm every day, my job changed to directing. I have to write scripts, edit videos, sometimes be a substitute actor, and even follow the film crew. I work from 9:30 am to... well, depending on the day, sometimes as early as 6:30 pm and sometimes as late as 10:30 pm, or even almost.
First of all, let me clarify that this is not a complaint, but simply a sharing.
Actually, this kind of slightly specialized job isn't what I like. It was my ex-boyfriend who forced me to have a goal: not to be a clerk for the rest of my life. However, I don't think there's anything wrong with being a clerk; it's just that the salary is fixed (because the jobs I do now all have commission).
Later, I went to many interviews, about ten in total, and got three offers. However, I submitted my resume to more than a hundred companies.
One of the positions didn't match the interview, so I didn't go. Another company used PUA tactics to say I wasn't good enough, and I was fired after a week without pay. The last one is the one I'm working for now. It's a big company, a listed company. I thought I would be a cog in the machine like in my first job, but I didn't expect to be a pillar, a key component. I have to brainstorm every day, and I'm going bald.
I even started getting pimples because of working overtime and staying up late every day. To save money, I ride my bike home every day. There's a stretch of road where the streetlights are incredibly dim. I went from being scared to getting used to it. I think I'm an amazing girl.
I also thank my ex-boyfriend for making me stop being a couch potato. I am now very busy every day. Even though I have weekends off, I still have to keep my phone on 24 hours a day to answer work calls.
For some reason, I always have a lot of insights about filming, so the production crew quite likes me (I don't know if they're joking). They've been trying to poach me from their team (probably because they're short-staffed).
Perhaps because of my experience writing novels, I can produce scripts very quickly. I can finish a day's work for the script team in one morning (there are dedicated scriptwriters, but because the workload is so heavy, our directing team also writes several scripts a day). Because of this, the producer likes me quite a bit and even told me to switch to their team.
But I still don't want to go to other groups. Editing is very difficult. Since I've finally chosen this path, I'll see it through to the end, learn it, and understand it before making any decisions.
I now have a video that's reached number one; this is an achievement from just one month ago.
I'm happy, but not proud at all, because my number one ranking doesn't make much money. For example, a former colleague who consistently ranked number one earned 2 million from a single video (the script, company, filming, editing, and commissions are split among the four parties, so one person should make several hundred thousand, though I don't know much about this).
My goal isn't 2 million, it's 200,000. Once I have three videos with 200,000 views each, I'll leave this industry. I just like being a laid-back person. I miss the days when I was the general manager's assistant. Everyone was nice, and there was no competition or comparison. After work, I would go out for meals and shopping with my girlfriends from the next department. Occasionally, I would go back to the dorm (I had a dorm in my first job!) to chat, vent, and complain about some greasy guy in the company.
I was very happy at that time. My mistake was that I shouldn't have complained about all my rare unhappiness to my ex-boyfriend. Maybe that's how he became my ex-boyfriend.
I have a small wish: to keep writing like this, with a couple of readers occasionally reading and a few comments here and there. I'd be happy with that; it's enough for me to keep going for the rest of my life.
I haven't been updating properly lately, and readers who have been following along have probably noticed. It wasn't intentional. I get home around 11 PM, and I try my best to write until around 11:55 PM. If I'm not done, I just copy and paste. I don't hope you can understand me, because this behavior makes me feel bad.
Okay, that's all for today. It's 11:50, time to call it a day. I'm going to wash up and go to bed.
Perhaps because of my experience writing novels, I can produce scripts very quickly. I can finish a day's work for the script team in one morning (there are dedicated scriptwriters, but because the workload is so heavy, our directing team also writes several scripts a day). Because of this, the producer likes me quite a bit and even told me to switch to their team.
But I still don't want to go to other groups. Editing is very difficult. Since I've finally chosen this path, I'll see it through to the end, learn it, and understand it before making any decisions.
I now have a video that's reached number one; this is an achievement from just one month ago.
I'm happy, but not proud at all, because my number one ranking doesn't make much money. For example, a former colleague who consistently ranked number one earned 2 million from a single video (the script, company, filming, editing, and commissions are split among the four parties, so one person should make several hundred thousand, though I don't know much about this).
My goal isn't 2 million, it's 200,000. Once I have three videos with 200,000 views each, I'll leave this industry. I just like being a laid-back person. I miss the days when I was the general manager's assistant. Everyone was nice, and there was no competition or comparison. After work, I would go out for meals and shopping with my girlfriends from the next department. Occasionally, I would go back to the dorm (I had a dorm in my first job!) to chat, vent, and complain about some greasy guy in the company.
I was very happy at that time. My mistake was that I shouldn't have complained about all my rare unhappiness to my ex-boyfriend. Maybe that's how he became my ex-boyfriend.
I have a small wish: to keep writing like this, with a couple of readers occasionally reading and a few comments here and there. I'd be happy with that; it's enough for me to keep going for the rest of my life.
I haven't been updating properly lately, and readers who have been following along have probably noticed. It wasn't intentional. I get home around 11 PM, and I try my best to write until around 11:55 PM. If I'm not done, I just copy and paste. I don't hope you can understand me, because this behavior makes me feel bad.
Okay, that's enough for today. It's 11:50, time to wrap up. I'm going to wash up and go to bed. Perhaps because of my experience writing novels, I can produce scripts very quickly. I can finish a day's work for the scriptwriting team in one morning (we have dedicated scriptwriters, but because the workload is so heavy, our directing team also writes several scripts a day). Because of this, the producer likes me quite a bit and even suggested I transfer to their team.
But I still don't want to go to other groups. Editing is very difficult. Since I've finally chosen this path, I'll see it through to the end, learn it, and understand it before making any decisions.
I now have a video that's reached number one; this is an achievement from just one month ago.
I'm happy, but not proud at all, because my number one ranking doesn't make much money. For example, a former colleague who consistently ranked number one earned 2 million from a single video (the script, company, filming, editing, and commissions are split among the four parties, so one person should make several hundred thousand, though I don't know much about this).
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