A Day In The Life: Desk Edition

Every living entity -biological, institutional, or conspiratorial- has a brain, an organ or hub of thought and planning. For the Center For Creative Media (CCM), that brain is known simply as The Desk.

Comprised of staff and interns alike, the function of the Desk is to coordinate and supervise everything that goes on within and without CCM. This includes inside coordination of daily tasks, shoots, transportation, inventory, and anything to do with credits for schooling. They also serve as an inbetween for outside requests made to our Library for different projects and linecuts on DVD or other media forms (ie, Beta 30, miniDVs, CDs, etc).

Now, though they be all powerful and all knowing (at least in CCM's world), the Desk is not all that well liked. Orders are sent out, and grumblings are heard, as each order is mandatory. "Transcribing" is equivalent to a swear word, and the daily assignment email is loathe to any and all who receive it, in part due to the afore mentioned dirty word.

And this private little clique was where I found myself today. A symposium on Islam was being held this weekend, and having attended it before, I became one of the few graduate interns not attending. I thought it was my lucky day, but I suppose the Cherokee in me won out over the Irish, for I found myself delivering linecuts up the Hill and doling out orders to the poor interns unlucky enough to be within 100 yards of the Desk. Needless to say, I'm not very good with giving orders or confronting people. I'm a people person.

Oh, and for those of you who don't know half of what I'm saying... linecuts are the final unedited copies of any given event that we put on. This week's was the Richmond event's linecuts.

I eagerly await what this afternoon holds for me, though with much trepidation. Wish me luck, for I wish not to entangle myself in the web of woeful tidings that inevitably ensue from....

THE DESK.


~Char

PS. I love the people on the desk, just not their job...