Sometimes you regret the fact that you have a choice. Its probably as bad as not having any. It happens when you make a wrong choice and Murphy comes to play each and every time. I am not quite thrilled about the work I’m doing for the past few months and this is quite a sad thing to say but the station (radio) I’m working for is not going to survive even a couple of years. Its ironic that I’m in the office right now as I type this out but hey, that’s how bad it is.
The pleasure of going home is greater than the work done in the day. The sense of achievement has been lost on me. The sense of creativity is an alien concept all together. I am a writer and now they make me hate that fact. (if this is now becoming a non-sensical rant then please feel free to view happier blogs). There was a time when I could be confident of what I wrote; only once would I write it and it was a masterpiece at least in my mind. There were several who supported the feeling with zeal and more but now, here, it’s a vice to submit a singular concept. Take a brief (a sad excuse for a brief) think of two or three routes to approach the ad to be produced, write it all out with complete sound design and then one is selected with others going down in dumps.
Sometimes its worse… the selection is done by three different “authorities” and all three select the three different ideas. Then ego hassles will shoot up into cold war among the three and I get stuck in the “grind”.
Well, its not the happiest post to put up after a three month sabbatical but that’s the point, I just don’t have anything else to say to you poor souls (my victims).
Come to think of it, all the blogs I have recently visited are having the same bloody rant… damn! I got sold out to the concept of popularity.
The pleasure of going home is greater than the work done in the day. The sense of achievement has been lost on me. The sense of creativity is an alien concept all together. I am a writer and now they make me hate that fact. (if this is now becoming a non-sensical rant then please feel free to view happier blogs). There was a time when I could be confident of what I wrote; only once would I write it and it was a masterpiece at least in my mind. There were several who supported the feeling with zeal and more but now, here, it’s a vice to submit a singular concept. Take a brief (a sad excuse for a brief) think of two or three routes to approach the ad to be produced, write it all out with complete sound design and then one is selected with others going down in dumps.
Sometimes its worse… the selection is done by three different “authorities” and all three select the three different ideas. Then ego hassles will shoot up into cold war among the three and I get stuck in the “grind”.
Well, its not the happiest post to put up after a three month sabbatical but that’s the point, I just don’t have anything else to say to you poor souls (my victims).
Come to think of it, all the blogs I have recently visited are having the same bloody rant… damn! I got sold out to the concept of popularity.
