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meagan_taylor

Axe me something.   I like: Doctor Who, Torchwood, Golden Girls, Heavy Weights, Watchmen, Futurama, X-Files, the 1950s, retro future/space age, tattoos, chubby dudes and cool stuff.
I am: an assistant editor and sound editor (professionally) and an editor (freelance). I draw comics and take photos, but not enough. I live with my boyfriend and my cat, who are both furry and cute.

Working on someone else’s system. 

These keyboard settings. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

Working on someone else’s system.

These keyboard settings. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

— 8 months ago with 1 note
#avid  #work  #personal 
He wasn’t there this year. He’s only been at like a third to a half of the Christmas parties I’ve been to. But he picked the right year to skip— it was super dead and weird. And the Yankee Swap gifts were the worst ever. Four or five people chose to regift shitty gifts they’d gotten in the swap years prior. Bryant came out with a horrifying glass Elvis commemorative ornament (that he left behind) and I got onion chopping goggles. The worst.
It’s not like it’s supposed to be a wacky, screw everyone over Yankee Swap. About half of the people choose to interpret it that way, and the other half feels screwed over when they get a glasses stand or something when they put in a book/movie/kitchen item/something you don’t have to throw away.
Anyway, Bry and I felt compelled to go to keep face at the company, since we haven’t even been gone a year. But it’s probably the last year we’ll go. On the bright side, we might go out to trivia sometime with one of the few people from work that we actually really liked.  

He wasn’t there this year. He’s only been at like a third to a half of the Christmas parties I’ve been to. But he picked the right year to skip— it was super dead and weird. And the Yankee Swap gifts were the worst ever. Four or five people chose to regift shitty gifts they’d gotten in the swap years prior. Bryant came out with a horrifying glass Elvis commemorative ornament (that he left behind) and I got onion chopping goggles. The worst.

It’s not like it’s supposed to be a wacky, screw everyone over Yankee Swap. About half of the people choose to interpret it that way, and the other half feels screwed over when they get a glasses stand or something when they put in a book/movie/kitchen item/something you don’t have to throw away.

Anyway, Bry and I felt compelled to go to keep face at the company, since we haven’t even been gone a year. But it’s probably the last year we’ll go. On the bright side, we might go out to trivia sometime with one of the few people from work that we actually really liked.  

— 9 months ago with 2 notes
#work  #personal  #waffle-iron 

I’ve mentioned this before, but I worked on a doc this summer that didn’t end super well between the guy who commissioned it and the company that I was working for. It looked like the guy who commissioned it was going to bring it to another editor to get the changes he wanted. 

Periodically I’m googling him and the doc title, trying to find out what’s going on with it. It feels like stalking an ex or something.

— 10 months ago with 2 notes
#personal  #work  #buh 

I wanna clarify my last post…

So I was a contracted editor for a project and the client was making a film about himself because of course. No revision limit in the contract or anything, but he did have a hard finish date. Film got delivered, including last minute additions of news footage that I got like the day before I had to start prepping the film for the colorist and sound mixer. He wants sweeping changes now (he’s been privy to the whole editing process, so it’s not like the finished product was a shock to him). His laughably small budget that we all agreed to work with because this was an ‘opportunity’ and we were invested in his story, is so fucking gone and he hasn’t even paid the full amount yet, anyway, so we’re not going to continue working on his vanity project for free. So I apparently have to surrender my edit to him, so someone else (that I assume he will suddenly have cash to pay) can do whatever the fuck it is he wants, and either take credit for the parts I did, or just tear the whole thing open and make what I spent like four months on (a month of that was on the fucking trailer which was never even a part of the deal to begin with) basically void. If I had made a lot of cash on this project, maybe I could come to terms with the creative fulfillment part being a total wash, but as I made chump change, it’s a little harder to swallow.

— 11 months ago with 4 notes
#work  #complaining  #personal 

Just real quick, guys…

Bryant and I went to an ex-coworker’s going away dinner last night with a ton of our ex-coworkers. Like way more than we expected. And it was an amazing dose of “wow did we make the right decision or what”. PTL.

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#work  #personal 
Farewell to Florentine →

I don’t remember if I ever posted this here or not.

My weird little sentimental summary of my job for the past eight-ish years.

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#personal  #work 
Today is sort of my last day at work. I had made all this peace with The Last Day and how it was the day before my birthday, and Bryant’s last day, too, and we’d start off our new life next week.
But I’ve been asked to come back next week or the week after or some time to do some more work that I don’t particularly want to do. So that makes me feel like there’s not really an appropriate time for hugs and goodbyes and stuff. It’s also just been a really weird ending, anyway. People petering out one by one all week, and rumors and dumpsters and notes on DVD extras.
Sometimes I want the big farewell, and sometimes I want to sneak out the back door when no one is looking. This feels kind of like an awful combination of the two.

Today is sort of my last day at work. I had made all this peace with The Last Day and how it was the day before my birthday, and Bryant’s last day, too, and we’d start off our new life next week.

But I’ve been asked to come back next week or the week after or some time to do some more work that I don’t particularly want to do. So that makes me feel like there’s not really an appropriate time for hugs and goodbyes and stuff. It’s also just been a really weird ending, anyway. People petering out one by one all week, and rumors and dumpsters and notes on DVD extras.

Sometimes I want the big farewell, and sometimes I want to sneak out the back door when no one is looking. This feels kind of like an awful combination of the two.

— 1 year ago with 3 notes
#personal  #me  #work 

It’s my last week at my job. There have been a lot of weird and awkward and sad moments, but I think the weirdest one came today. It’s a transitional time at the company, so lots of strange stuff is going on. There’s been a huge dumpster in the driveway for a few days and not only is it full, but there’s a two-dumpster sized pile of other trash sitting next to it. Me and a few coworkers watched from the second floor today as the dumpster got emptied, and just talked about how much of that stuff shouldn’t get thrown away. So much cardboard and paper just getting smashed up that should’ve been recycled, but also some iffy stuff like beta tapes and film and huge chunks of metal. The sort of laziness or carelessness of it almost made me want to cry. I can’t quite figure out if that’s a hippy love of Mother Earth, or just a bummer to watch the company just Not Give a Shit on such a big scale. 

But then we were asked to move all the pile trash into the dumpster so they could empty it again. So Bryant and I went home because fuck that shit.

— 1 year ago with 6 notes
#work  #personal 

I’m gonna say this here because it’s my own pouty corner of the internet.

Getting an email from a somewhat difficult client letting me know, “Sound makes a big difference!”

That is the sort of moment where I want to trot out my sound editing Emmy nomination and be like, “nah, dude. I get it.”

But then I remind myself that I’m going freelance and I need every crappy $500 gig I can get at the moment, so shut the hell up, sense of self-importance.

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#personal  #whiny  #work 

If I was in a better place about my job, I would probably find the banjo-harmonica-fife jamboree downstairs charming instead of annoying.

— 1 year ago with 5 notes
#work