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Originally Posted by akprodr
My first job out of college was in a film dubbing studio. So, we had a single projector but about 36 dubbers, 16/35mm magnetic film players. There were either one or two people in the room.
We had a thing called projectionist syndrome. After spending 12 hour days, for weeks on end by yourself or with someone who has heard all your stories, whenever someone new was in the room, they had their ear talked off. And found it almost impossible to leave.
And, artsygrrl, set a time and place!
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hey, akprodr, that's cool that you were a projectionist. My ex was a projectionist at the Cinema Blue, the slankiest of adult movie theaters in the skankiest of skank cities: Flint, Michigan. Tell you what, he never needed company. His fucking eyes were glued to the screen. When he DID get bored, he would look out his little projectionist's window and watch dudes skinnin' their carrots in the dark. ha. Basturd.
...and akprodr, it's you, me, and the wet sheet tonite! heehee