Sometimes you just have to give things a shot...

This morning started quite normally.

Shower, bowl of porridge, much-needed cuppa, welly-clad walk to work.

Sold a few tickets, answered a few silly questions, dealt with a complaint about the film not having started, stocked a few things up.

Wait, what?

Due to unforeseen circumstances, one of the projectionists hadn't arrived.

I was the only person who could put a film on.

Erk.

I managed to lace up the film, start it, then started lacing up the next one that was due on. Then there was a large CLONK, the film stopped, the light went out and the alarm on this beast started...

The manager on duty was lovely about it not working, and she was pleased that I (eventually) managed to get the next one sorted. Turns out I'd just laced up the brain wrong, which hadn't actually caused any damage to the projector or film, so all was well in the end. The HUGE flood of adrenaline that appeared at the thought of being in charge of one of these beasts by myself was rather interesting, but I'm proud of myself that I did it. I got there in the end and nothing was on fire.

All in all, a win.

On with knitting my jumper. Happy times.


(ERK, I've just done a quick Google. Turns out that the whole shebang - platter and projector, not including £3000 worth of film - costs around £15,000. I'm REALLY glad nothing went wrong...)