Listen to this.
So, I had another crazy awful crit again. This time I didn’t get as upset but I still got really mad. (The Law keeps contradicting herself and then acts surprised when I make the changes she requested.)
I decided to implore my working Facebook friends for advice on how to deal with difficult directors, you know ask the experienced about their methods of coping.
Got two comments and then I get a message in my inbox from someone who was my friend but hasn’t spoken to me in nearly a year:
“Hey, I didn’t know you were working. Congrats. Tell me everything!”
And I’m just like, I fucking /knew/ it. The second someone thinks you have something, they want to see if they can get a piece.
Everyone is a fucking shark. People think I’m weak because I worry and have low self esteem. What they don’t know is that I see through all of their bullshit right to the heart of the matter.
This is the training I received from my father— how to tell what people really mean when they say other things. I know this girl well enough to know that she thinks she’s a better animator than i am (and she’s right) and she wants to know how the hell I got “something” ahead of her.
So I wrote back explaining that it wasn’t a job, it’s not what you think, it’s a free thing because who the hell is going to hire me? And that’s it. No details. Because fuck you— you can’t be bothered to even say hi once in an entire year, but you catch wind that I might have an in somewhere and suddenly you remember how to message me? Yeah, I may not be talented, but I am definitely not stupid.
And I have only told three people about my internship— can you imagine what people would try if they knew? So I guess that means I’m playing it close to the vest this summer.