Ok I'm a little bit nervous to write this post because I really want to make sure I do it justice! Oh and let me also just say to the Inside Film people that this is all positive but if you do happen to stumble upon this and there is anything I have written you don't want please let me know and I will change it right away!
So anyway, I volunteered at the Inside Film Awards last Sunday and it was soooo much fun! A bit of a long day no doubt but totally worth it. It started at 9 AM packing the showbags and whatnot for the show. There were heaps of volunteers and it felt a bit chaotic at times, the most frustrating part was just having to wait to be able to get to the materials that went into the bag and pack them! I joined a few other people trying to find other things to do and be productive between goes in the line with unpacking the boxes and everything, and I ended up on the second level with a couple of really fun girls I spent the majority of the day with organizing the food showbags to go on the seats. It was soooo hot though; which is what I was afraid of! You know that these celebrities are all going to be dressed up and looking perfect with amazing hair and make up and clothes, and then here we would be standing next to them in our jeans and sweaty t-shirts having been working for almost ten hours before the red carpet even starts.
I had the pleasure of being a Talent Escort, which kind of sounds just the tiniest bit bad, although you know it's of course not! We basically each assigned a presenter to look after for the night, and for the rehearsal and the show we were in charge of making sure they knew where they needed to be when and taking there. I had Alex Dimitriades which was cool since he was DJing the after party as well. Augh I was so nervous though just making sure I knew where to take him! Anyone who knows me knows that a sense of directions is not my forte, be it inside a building, in nature, in a car, whatever - getting lost is one of my specialties! So to know that I was in charge of making sure the presenters were in the right spot at the right time....umn yes, I was a little bit worried about those! I did so many walk throughs of the building and backstage and everything to make sure I knew everything. Of course, I still managed to mess it up though. Of course. Since Alex was the DJ I took him over to the Ivy first for a sound check, where there were a few stairs to get up to the ballroom and he kind of looked like he would have preferred if there was an elevator and asked if there would be one to use instead that night. (He wasn't lazy or anything; he would have his heavy records with him later in the night!) I was so scared; not because I was afraid of meeting him or anything but just because I didn't want to mess up my job. I didn't want to do the whole "oh my God you're a celebrity you're amazing thing!". I felt so lame though because I couldn't think of any small talk; I wanted to do my job and be professional, and everything that popped into my head to ask him felt like it could come across as "Ohmigod I want to be an actor too; how did you do it; how did you get where you are; can you help me be famous like you" blah blah crap. So I managed the awkward question here and there and other than that was rather quiet.
Anyway, ( seem to like that transition in my blogging!), when I took Alex from the Ivy to the Angel Recital Hall where the actual awards were, I knew that we could take the elevator instead of the stairs up to the second level, and I felt bad I hadn't offered to take the lift at Ivy. So when we got inside I told him we could take the elevator if he wanted, but then of course I had to FIND the elevator! They told us that women might want to use it at night with their heels, but silly me I thought since I was looking after a guy I didn't have to concern myself with the elevator. WRONG!!! I should know by now to never assume anything and get every bit of information I can. Although there are plenty of times I do this and worry myself about nothing...
So I nervously tried to find the elevator; I knew where it was upstairs but I had to find it. It was kind of back toward this area off to the side hiding; I should have just kept my mouth shut and used the stairs but I didn't. I spotted the elevator and led him over; already looking lost and like I didn't know what to do. And THEN I had to push the button for which floor to go to....
Should be simple right? It's just pushing a button, I mean a monkey or a two year old can do that. It's moments like this my blonde moments always choose to come out. We got on and the doors are shutting and he is looking at me expectantly to push the button. See; I hate it when there is a "G" and a "1". If G is the ground floor, then 1 is really the second floor; 1 should be the 1st floor! I told him how I wasn't sure because of the whole "ground" and "one" thing, and he said something about me being American. I was wondering if I should be put off, if that was a dig at being American like I'm stupid; but he didn't mean anything bad by it; he went on to say something about how in America it's different with the whole G and 1 and ground floor thing.
Okay, so you'd think being unsure of which button to push would have been enough of a mess up; right? WRONG. I pushed the button, making a guess and saying a prayer, reminding myself that I knew what the floor looked like and we would be fine once the doors opened and I saw it. D'oh, forget the fact that duh Kristen the room will look different from different angles; especially to my blonde eyes from the elevator where I hadn't stood at all! The doors open and I stuck my head out and it didn't look anything like what I remembered, so I said we had it wrong and went back in to push the next button and get off on the next level. I figure that then we have to be right; because it was only one flight of stairs so I do my best to look confident as I lead him off the the lift into the lobby area. Only to feel my gut sink as I looked around and realized we were on a floor so high up I hadn't been on it AT ALL throughout the day! So I lead him down a flight of stairs as apologetically as I can, and he looks like he's expecting me to take him backstage on this floor. I mean, who would take him up an extra two stories? Me, that's who!
We walked down a flight of stairs and this level I actually recognized, as the level we were packing the food showbags on before that was definitely still too high up. Whoops. I tell him it's down one more level and I look for Door 2, because I know the right level is Door 2. He seriously thought I had no clue; when we got down there and saw Door 2 he headed that direction. When I stopped him and told him the other way he was like "Umn, I thought you said door 2", to which I tried to explain that I just needed to see door 2 to know that we were on the right level. I was so so scared leading him back through the press room to the green room then; I could NOT get that wrong too after all of those walk throughs!
I awkwardly sat in the Green Room near-ish to Alex to go over his schedule for the day with him. It's really awkward trying to tell a well known person who you have just met what they are supposed to do and where to go when... While he rehearsed I sat there calming myself down and trying not to feel like a complete idiot for my mishaps, and when he returned and I took him downstairs and to George Street to hail a cab for him. On the way I assured him that I knew where we were going that night and I would not mess it up! He said something cute that was some little joke thing like "Are you sure about that?" or something like that. I promised him I did and as he left to go home before the show and the red carpet I promised myself I would NOT mess this one up!
More to come with how I did in part 2.... ;)
So anyway, I volunteered at the Inside Film Awards last Sunday and it was soooo much fun! A bit of a long day no doubt but totally worth it. It started at 9 AM packing the showbags and whatnot for the show. There were heaps of volunteers and it felt a bit chaotic at times, the most frustrating part was just having to wait to be able to get to the materials that went into the bag and pack them! I joined a few other people trying to find other things to do and be productive between goes in the line with unpacking the boxes and everything, and I ended up on the second level with a couple of really fun girls I spent the majority of the day with organizing the food showbags to go on the seats. It was soooo hot though; which is what I was afraid of! You know that these celebrities are all going to be dressed up and looking perfect with amazing hair and make up and clothes, and then here we would be standing next to them in our jeans and sweaty t-shirts having been working for almost ten hours before the red carpet even starts.
I had the pleasure of being a Talent Escort, which kind of sounds just the tiniest bit bad, although you know it's of course not! We basically each assigned a presenter to look after for the night, and for the rehearsal and the show we were in charge of making sure they knew where they needed to be when and taking there. I had Alex Dimitriades which was cool since he was DJing the after party as well. Augh I was so nervous though just making sure I knew where to take him! Anyone who knows me knows that a sense of directions is not my forte, be it inside a building, in nature, in a car, whatever - getting lost is one of my specialties! So to know that I was in charge of making sure the presenters were in the right spot at the right time....umn yes, I was a little bit worried about those! I did so many walk throughs of the building and backstage and everything to make sure I knew everything. Of course, I still managed to mess it up though. Of course. Since Alex was the DJ I took him over to the Ivy first for a sound check, where there were a few stairs to get up to the ballroom and he kind of looked like he would have preferred if there was an elevator and asked if there would be one to use instead that night. (He wasn't lazy or anything; he would have his heavy records with him later in the night!) I was so scared; not because I was afraid of meeting him or anything but just because I didn't want to mess up my job. I didn't want to do the whole "oh my God you're a celebrity you're amazing thing!". I felt so lame though because I couldn't think of any small talk; I wanted to do my job and be professional, and everything that popped into my head to ask him felt like it could come across as "Ohmigod I want to be an actor too; how did you do it; how did you get where you are; can you help me be famous like you" blah blah crap. So I managed the awkward question here and there and other than that was rather quiet.
Anyway, ( seem to like that transition in my blogging!), when I took Alex from the Ivy to the Angel Recital Hall where the actual awards were, I knew that we could take the elevator instead of the stairs up to the second level, and I felt bad I hadn't offered to take the lift at Ivy. So when we got inside I told him we could take the elevator if he wanted, but then of course I had to FIND the elevator! They told us that women might want to use it at night with their heels, but silly me I thought since I was looking after a guy I didn't have to concern myself with the elevator. WRONG!!! I should know by now to never assume anything and get every bit of information I can. Although there are plenty of times I do this and worry myself about nothing...
So I nervously tried to find the elevator; I knew where it was upstairs but I had to find it. It was kind of back toward this area off to the side hiding; I should have just kept my mouth shut and used the stairs but I didn't. I spotted the elevator and led him over; already looking lost and like I didn't know what to do. And THEN I had to push the button for which floor to go to....
Should be simple right? It's just pushing a button, I mean a monkey or a two year old can do that. It's moments like this my blonde moments always choose to come out. We got on and the doors are shutting and he is looking at me expectantly to push the button. See; I hate it when there is a "G" and a "1". If G is the ground floor, then 1 is really the second floor; 1 should be the 1st floor! I told him how I wasn't sure because of the whole "ground" and "one" thing, and he said something about me being American. I was wondering if I should be put off, if that was a dig at being American like I'm stupid; but he didn't mean anything bad by it; he went on to say something about how in America it's different with the whole G and 1 and ground floor thing.
Okay, so you'd think being unsure of which button to push would have been enough of a mess up; right? WRONG. I pushed the button, making a guess and saying a prayer, reminding myself that I knew what the floor looked like and we would be fine once the doors opened and I saw it. D'oh, forget the fact that duh Kristen the room will look different from different angles; especially to my blonde eyes from the elevator where I hadn't stood at all! The doors open and I stuck my head out and it didn't look anything like what I remembered, so I said we had it wrong and went back in to push the next button and get off on the next level. I figure that then we have to be right; because it was only one flight of stairs so I do my best to look confident as I lead him off the the lift into the lobby area. Only to feel my gut sink as I looked around and realized we were on a floor so high up I hadn't been on it AT ALL throughout the day! So I lead him down a flight of stairs as apologetically as I can, and he looks like he's expecting me to take him backstage on this floor. I mean, who would take him up an extra two stories? Me, that's who!
We walked down a flight of stairs and this level I actually recognized, as the level we were packing the food showbags on before that was definitely still too high up. Whoops. I tell him it's down one more level and I look for Door 2, because I know the right level is Door 2. He seriously thought I had no clue; when we got down there and saw Door 2 he headed that direction. When I stopped him and told him the other way he was like "Umn, I thought you said door 2", to which I tried to explain that I just needed to see door 2 to know that we were on the right level. I was so so scared leading him back through the press room to the green room then; I could NOT get that wrong too after all of those walk throughs!
I awkwardly sat in the Green Room near-ish to Alex to go over his schedule for the day with him. It's really awkward trying to tell a well known person who you have just met what they are supposed to do and where to go when... While he rehearsed I sat there calming myself down and trying not to feel like a complete idiot for my mishaps, and when he returned and I took him downstairs and to George Street to hail a cab for him. On the way I assured him that I knew where we were going that night and I would not mess it up! He said something cute that was some little joke thing like "Are you sure about that?" or something like that. I promised him I did and as he left to go home before the show and the red carpet I promised myself I would NOT mess this one up!
More to come with how I did in part 2.... ;)
Someone entered the elevator and said, "seven please". I pressed the buttons 2 and 5 and said, "there you go, that should add up". Elevator Humor
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