It is half-past midnight and I am writing this from the editing suite. My editor, my PM*, and I are pulling another all-nighter for a rush job that has to be approved tomorrow for airing the day after.
It's one of those hectic yet curiously non-toxic days. I was up at 6:00 a.m., was at client's by 8:00, got through 4 briefings for upcoming projects before the big client presentation at 10:30, then a couple more briefings right afterwards followed by an interlock**. Then it was off to the studio for a jingle revision, then pre-work with my editor, then home to finish rendering some animation, then back here to piece the rush job together in time for tomorrow's interlock.
I should be a wreck but I am oddly at peace.
Work is a godsend sometimes. And I don't mean its material rewards.
Work helps me take my mind off my private fears and worries and gives me something else to focus on. It makes me feel productive, that I've done something with my time today aside from plumbing the internet till my eyes bleed. It gives me a sense of control over things that have a definite beginning and a definite end. A sharp contrast to the rudderless ship that is my personal life, adrift in the doldrums, waiting for fair winds and seeking the North Star in an empty, moonless sky.
Purpose. For whatever it's worth, work gives you a sense of purpose. It may be shallow and insignificant when set against the panorama of The Big Picture, but God, as they say, is in the details.
At its noblest, the purpose of work is to give some meaning to being. And while I normally have no problem whatsoever doing absolutely nothing, I don't want absolutely everything to be nothing.
So thank God for work. For idle minds are indeed the devil's workshop, and mine needs a reprieve from the hammering of my personal demons.
And with that - gotta get back to work.
*Production Manager, aka the guy you ask if ten more Frappuccinos from Starbucks and two packs of cigs are still within the production budget.
** Interlock: The process wherein Client and Agency come together to view a communications material, usually followed by Client rendering said material unrecognizable as Creative slits its wrists while Accounts takes notes.