That messed up night and that messed up guy

I guess I need to brush off the dust on my blog. It's almost been a month.

And tonight, way past my normal bedtime, I am still staying up. Facebook messages popping up all night long, and my Word document keeps on changing as I receive these messages.

I think I've mentioned how I am working with another 10+ people in a pretty large-scaled project. As a group leader for this film-based project I'd have to set up internal deadlines for scripts and all that to be due, in order for the next process to be carried out. For some reasons these "internal" deadlines seem like nothing and nothing but a bunch of numbers linked up together. I ended up delaying the deadline for two months and it's still not done. Filming starts this weekend. Ho.

Regardless of the uncompleted script, I have to start plan the production schedule. So I opened this Word file and started typing in dates which I have announced months ago and arrange a timetable for each scene to be filmed. Fair enough, I placed these schedules on Facebook.

What I got eventually, was people telling me they are not free on this day and not free on that day. Chaotic. So I had to keep on changing the schedule to make sure the schedule fits everyone's schedule, to a point that the schedule got so messed up I have no idea where to start changing it.

Often at nights I get so frustrated with all the mess this filming project has ended up with. Everyone seemed to enthusiastic at the beginning but when I came to realization, no one gives a damn. No one. Well, maybe they do when I start to use really harsh words.

I have never been a strong person. I'm known to be weak. What you say I do. Looks like it has been incepted into these people's minds that they would label me as an ignorable person already.

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No good. My mind isn't functioning.

Just as my friend leaves this comment on my very serious status (well I hoped I sounded serious enough) with some kind of word that seems to be some kind of internal joke I would never, and never want to, understand, all I'll say is: Mess up for all you care. I'll do it my way.

CC note: I guess I haven't been a good writer these days. I just realized the title had an inappropriate sense, but that'll do. :D
And... whoever is going to leave a comment saying sorry, you know I'll answer "it's ok :)" - the biggest lie ever on Earth, perhaps.