It's The End. Again.

I'm just coming to the end of a 9 month job and I've always known it, but it's really hit home this week just how much the lifestyle of working in TV is WEIRD.

We live job to job, not knowing where the next one comes from, some people travelling across Birmingham to London, Manchester to Cardiff...just for a days work. Luckily, as a Production Coordinator,  I have had a good run of longer gigs as you can't really PC for a day - there's handover and then there's HANDOVER.

We are unemployed for days or weeks at a time. And we have to be okay with this.

We can't get mortgages easily. Car insurance companies hate us.

We work over a 12 hour day, 5 days a week, making social lives tricky as hell to maintain. People.are.tired. All.the.time.

I may be speaking for myself only to be honest, but we become useless at organising our personal lives, we are allergic to replying to any form of message quickly and we exclaim 'FUCK! It was *insert friend, family, pet's name* birthday yesterday!' on a regular basis.

The thing that I am struggling most with, though, is the fact that I have spent the last 8 and a bit months of my life seeing the 4 people in my team and over 150 crew every or other day, and now, they've gone. The 150+ have just stopped being in my life and in a few weeks time the 4 who I have literally seen 5 days a week for 35 weeks will be gone. I'll be gone. We'll all just be gone. It'll be finished. Then we go on to the next production and start this process of becoming a little family with a new crew all over again. It's so weird.

I've done this for the last 7 years so it's not something new, it's just something that I'm really feeling at the moment as I've been on the same production for two years and if it goes again, I won't be a part of it. Nail on the head, that's what's making me sad...I have production FOMO. Please miss me when I'm gone.