In-Between On The Amateur Movie Set
Well, I'm waiting and wondering.
When will be begin? 3 hours lost.
Why did they call me so early?
I'm in-between again.
From what I want to do and what I don't want to do.
It seems so much of my life that's exactly where I've been.
In-between the two.
Not really what I wanted, but better than nothing—I guess.
It's making do with a less than a great situation.
Here on another amateur movie set—waiting.
Waiting to do my part.
While they—what?! Screw around!
I hear them in there laughing having a gay 'ol time.
I don't like to waste time.
I like to get to the heart of the matter—figure it out and get things moving.
Be productive and actually accomplish something.
But to others it seems I'm being troublesome.
Sometimes I feel the looks from them.
“What's up with him?”
They have a different attitude.
More casual, relaxed, fun, play-like—but not me.
Nope. I like to get down to business—no fiddle farting around.
I'm not popular. That's for sure.
I'm afraid it goes with the “get things done” territory.
Everyone has different methods of operation.
Mine certainly rubs some the wrong way.
So I sit here waiting and wondering when we'll get started.
I hear them talking and cutting up and I realize I'm not like them.
I'm a whole different animal.
Serious. Always trying to accomplish something.
As a TV producer once described me—”You're not an un-pushy guy.”
No. I'm not.
If I was I'd be joining in with them joking, cutting up, and fooling around.
But I'm not.
I'm a stickler for progress god damn it!
Understand!?
So let's get the fuck going!
OKAY?!
OKAY!!