This blog is, in fact, to share my daily goings-on and such, but I've noticed a sortof negative whiny tone to it in a lot of spots - I suppose that's 'cuz it gives me a place to vent. So, in spite of my promise, I have yet another vent to add to the list.

I met a guy this week, on the movie set. Supernice. Good looking. Hm, Kate thinks to herself.

Then reality hits.

I leave in less than a week to spend a year in England. Not the time to be meeting people.
AND, after a quick glance at his left hand, yup, he's married. Go figure. Just more proof that all stereotypes have a basis in fact.

Shit.

Nonetheless, I get to see a friend tonight that I haven't seen in a few months, and Adele and Benita and I and whoever else wants to come will be seeing Batman tomorrow night, I sure hope.

It's my last night on the movie set tonight, which is kinda nice... I'm getting a little sick of not seeing the sunshine. It's been a great experience, though, seeing all the stuff that goes on at a movie shoot - and yet not really being involved.

I survived my first graveyard shift on the movie set. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought, but I've also been relying on Sleep-Eze D to help re-adjust my sleep schedule, so I sleep from about 9 a.m. until 6 p.m. or so, get up, have dinner (breakfast?) with my parents, go back to bed for a bit, then get up and get ready to leave the house around 10 p.m. I hung out on set last night, which was way better than being stuck at a security checkpoint. I was done at 7 in the morning. I came home, had a hot bath (it gets cold at 4 a.m.!), and went back to bed to do it all over again tonight. I hope I get not stuck at a security checkpoint again - there are all sorts of other things I could be doing, like homework and such.

Apparently they may be continuing on this schedule, so I may continue to work nights for a while. But whatever. The only thing that will hurt if I do that is my Sunday afternoon at John Walter. That'll be right in the middle of when I'm supposed to be sleeping.

Ah well.

My two goals in life are complete:

a) I now have documentation that proves I've been working on this movie. Yay!

b) I managed to see them film not one, but two takes of a scene this evening! Yay!

Now what the hell am I going to do with myself for the next two weeks?

On the bright side, my graveyard shifts haven't started yet. That's one fun thing about the unpredictability of the movie industry - they let me sleep in today and tomorrow. I don't have to be at work until 5 p.m. tomorrow, although I could be there until God only knows when if they decide to do some filming in the evening.

Next week I may get a chance to finish my corset. Adele said she could bring a second sewing machine into her temporary abode, so I may actually get the damn thing done yet (ok, it's not a 'damn thing'... but I was really hoping to have it done before the summer was over and was mentally preparing myself to never get it finished... so this is actually good!). And since I'm done working at 2 p.m. that gives me a bunch of time in the afternoon to work on it. Yay!

Now that's a lot of 'Yay's for one post. Time to go to bed.

Which is always lovely. For some reason my web browser refuses to display it.

I spent the last couple of evenings catching up with friends for what may be the last time before I leave. Which is sad. I can't believe I'm leaving two weeks from tomorrow. Oy.

Sortof. I did nothing movie-related all weekend, which was nice.

On the other hand, I went shopping. I hate shopping. A lot. Especially with my mother (who, unfortunately, decided I needed some nice 'professional' clothes for grad school and offered to foot the bill). She and I can never agree on what looks nice (our personal styles differ rather a lot), she's constantly telling me that if I'd just lose 10 pounds all my old clothes would fit (sure, the cheap clothes I bought when I was a depressed and barely eating size 8... right...), and just to prove her partially right, clothing companies never make clothes that fit me properly. I have an 1885 body, you see... Bloody near an hourglass figure, which means that I have more shoulders than hips, but still have hips and a little little waist. Dammit. I'd look great in those puffy-sleeved suit-dress thingys they wore in the 1800s... *sigh*

Spent Sunday afternoon at John Walter Museum, where Benita, Tom and I were scheduled to work, and Colleen, we found out later, was also coming in to observe, since she'll be working some Sundays as well. We tried to find her a costume really quickly when she arrived at John Walter, but the only thing we could find was an '85 skirt/shirt combo that was a little too snug. I looked at Colleen and thought that if it wouldn't fit her, there was no way it would fit me, so she just hung out in modern clothes. At the end of the day, I tried it on just for kicks, over my modern clothes... and it would have fit me. Colleen could probably have worn my dress. Apparently my mother's critical comments about my size/weight are getting to me and my self-image. Bugger. We're working again this Sunday, and I'm looking quite forward to it. In fact, Adele has given Benita and I permission to grab some '05 costumes so that we can interpret 1901 House down there in really for real period costume (although the house is actually decorated inside in around 1920 style... so 20s clothes would probably be more accurate... but I've never had a chance to really wear an '05 costume... or a Fort costume for that matter... but, hey, at least I'll be able to say I've done 3 of 4 eras!). Since Colleen won't be getting a costume until next week, I'll take down both my '85 dresses and at least one of them should fit her. Probably the navy one since Colleen is tall and that's my longest dress.

I have one more movie-related day shift tomorrow. Then I have to start adjusting my sleep pattern in order for me to work the graveyard shift - 11 p.m. - 7 a.m., starting Monday night. I've decided that my entire goal in life is to see one take of one scene being filmed. I almost got to on Tuesday, but they were taking too long to set up, so I had to return to my post. I heard later that they never got around to actually filming that scene, so it was a good thing I hadn't stuck around.

And my MS Office Pro should be in soon! Yay! I can then finally start transferring all the files I want to keep to my laptop and connect IT to the internet rather than this piece of crap computer with its monitor that's on the fritz half the time. Which reminds me that I should call Compusmart to confirm that it's there. Off to do that now...

10 days in a row without a break, working at least 6 hours each day. And now I'm done for a couple of days and can sleep in a little (yah... so... 9 a.m. is, like, sleeping half the day away now, though) before I go back to my 4:50 a.m. mornings.

Ambiguous movie comment for the day: A particular item on set caught my attention and I now want one, and a particular piece of the set looks gorgeous and I wish it could stay that way for future use, but no such luck.

My kittens are doing well ("my" kittens... yeah... right...), although they seem to be developing a few abandonment issues, which is ironic considering the park is full of people that love them at the moment. This morning Muffin, Bowie and Skittish all ran halfway down the street, following me as I unlocked buildings. They came as far as the custodial building. It was nuts. They meowed the whole way, too. And this was AFTER I fed them, the adult cats and the little ones. I guess maybe they just miss having people sit and actually pay attention to them. We spoiled them rotten this summer, and I wish I could spend time with them, but I have other things to do. Like my job. It took me 45 minutes to unlock the building this morning, but probably would only have taken 15-20 if I hadn't stopped to look after the babies.

I've decided that all I want as a souvenir of my experience with this movie is something that proves I worked on it. I don't really care what, or how, but I'm putting in all this time for these people, and a sticker or something would be nice. *sigh* Apparently I work the graveyard shift (11 p.m. to 7 a.m.) not next week but the week after. Not looking foward to that particular shift in my internal clock, but apparently they specifically requested me! I feel special now.

My mornings start when I hit the snooze button at 4:50 a.m. Yup. 4:50 a.m. I get two smacks of the snooze button before I actually have to crawl out of bed. I then have half an hour to get dressed and make myself presentable in order to get to work for 6 a.m. And it's not difficult work that I do, but by the time 4 p.m. rolled around, I was ready for a nap. You know I'm tired when I sleep through my cell phone ringing when it's a whole 5 feet from my head and the ringer is on High AND Vibrate.

I thought the repetitive comments I got all summer were obnoxious, but I think that I'm going to get really flipping sick of people making Brad-related comments. Oy.

On the bright side, I visited the kittens today! Muffin, Bowie and Skittish are all doing just fine from what I can tell - they came running when I called them and I was able to cuddle with Muffin. I was also in early enough to feed them this morning, as well as dumping some food for the Egge's cats and for the little kittens. Honestly, I'd take Muffin home in an instant, but the 'rents would freak. Ah well. I want to take pictures of them, but I'm afraid that if I get caught on set with a camera, even if it's just to take pics of the kitties, I'll get fired. *sigh*

So now it's 10 after 7 in the evening, and I will likely be heading to bed within the next hour. My entire internal alarm clock is being turned upside down, slowly but surely. Kate the night person will slowly have to be replaced by Kate the morning person... *shudder*

Well, I'm still alive.

A shortage of volunteers, record numbers of people coming into the park (around 15,000 I believe), the depression of it being the last day of the season, and 14-hour long work day are now issues of the past, sort of, and I am still alive.

I copped out of going to a party this evening, in spite of 10 straight minutes of heartfelt persuasion by Natasha over the phone. I'm exhausted. I probably shouldn't have been driving home, that's how exhausted I am.

But, hey, I'm alive. And perhaps tomorrow I'll be more literate, too. Wouldn't that be exciting?

After work, a couple of the gals and I mosied into the Whyte area of town and took in some quality time comparing our literary tastes and adventures at Chapters. Some time. Yah. Bloody near two hours. I came out $50 later with a few good reads (hopefully). But whilst there, I had the pleasure of hearing them play Damien Rice... I'm so hooked. It's nuts. But I've been in a really introspective mood the last couple of weeks, and he totally fits that mood.

Then we went for sushi. I ordered a lot. But, in the end, I'll have lunch for a couple of days yet, so it was worth it.

And on the drive home, whilst stopped at a red light, who should pull up next to me but the hottest police officer that I have seen in my personal memory (and I've seen a lot - they all hang out at the Second Cup/Great Canadian Bagel by the university - a whole block from where my apartment used to be). Yum. I stared. And I admit that I stared. In fact, he looked at me and I continued to stare. But a few lights later, he was gone. I was totally disappointed. But I have learned that when, Sabrina, you become a cop, you're going to have to introduce me to all your hot coworkers. That's all there is to it. Maybe then I'll find me someone to end the no-end-in-sight singleness.

Exciting, isn't it? Waiting for white-out to dry? But that's unfortunately the most exciting my life is going to be for a while. Rather, my life will probably be exciting, getting to watch all the comings and goings of the movie... but this blog will be dull as dust, being sworn to secrecy about the whole bloody thing. I could probably tell all sorts of juicy secrets... but no. I unfortunately do not have the money to cover the fines that would be incurred should the secrets be spilled. Instead, I will be confined to writing about my life outside of work, until such time as the movie shoot is over and done with, which won't be for a month or two yet. And considering I don't have much of a life outside of work (all efforts to the contrary), this blog will end up fairly dull and uneventful.

But why white-out? Why not glue? Paint? Because I had written my work schedule for this week into my day planner, and what should occur, but it got changed to accommodate the movie. Rather than scribble in the day planner, I ended up using white-out.

I could have gone to Yoga this evening. I wanted to go to yoga this evening, and discovered the joyful fact that city employees get 50% off such things as drop-in yoga classes at the city facilities. But by the time I got home, my parents literally had dinner ready and waiting for me.. and then to drive back into the middle of Edmonton probably would have cost more in gas than it was worth. Ah well. We have potential plans to go see a show on Tuesday - The Brothers Grimm, which apparently got some crappy reviews, but it looks like fun candy for the mind, which is really all I can handle at the moment. And then, not this Saturday, but next Saturday, I get to go laptop shopping! I'm superexcited, since my computer is five years old and is starting to show every little bit of its age.

A couple of channels of wicking, the straps, the lacing and the lining of my corset to go, then I'll be done (hopefully by the end of Monday... Adele's new office is going to be ridiculously small... Fingers crossed!)

Random photo du jour: A picture of my ancestors outside their farm in southern Ontario... The Manning and Cottle branches of my ancestors, in fact...