Driving to work today I saw a girl who reminded me of someone in one of the animation studios I used to work in. I began to reminisce the old days when animator's diets were made up of 2 minute noodles and toast.
The worst time for me was working on a series for a studio in A****mon. I had a small studio with a few colleagues in Crows Nest just down the road. The ******** on the show was a real **** towards me ( I assume because I was like a fish on a line ) and I hated taking my scenes in to be checked. I dreaded the day I had to go in. As a freelancer you only got paid when your scene was approved. Some weeks I made a whopping $60 and the next maybe $200. By the time I was due to report in with my scenes all the easy stuff had been picked by the moonlighting ***** at Di**ey. There were a load of moonlighters there signing their names under pseudonyms so they wouldn't be sacked by the mouse factory.
I ended up taking the s*** scenes with me as there was nothing left. I always thought the name of the series I worked on should be called "toilet break" because that was all the time you had left in the day to do. I slept in the studio for maybe 2 hours a night and sometimes went 72 hours straight without sleep just to get the scenes done. Looking back at those times I really don't miss it. I miss the noodles though.
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