Day 47- The Dread of Filming

I love what I do. I love reaching hot babes all over the world. I love making women feel confident and unique and beautiful. I love putting fun and positive products out into the world. I don't even mind editing. But man, I really don't like filming!
I can't quite say why, exactly. Maybe it is because I am not a "makeup everyday" kind of girl. Maybe it is because when I work from home, and film beautiful hair and makeup, I then sit at home doing other work in full hair and makeup that no one else will appreciate. I definitely feel like it is such a waste of effort and product when I wash my face down the drain at the end of a filming day.
Maybe because the set up and tear down takes more time than the filming. Making sure my camera is at the right angle/distance and focused. Making sure my lights hit me right so they don't create any shadow mustaches. Making sure I have a mirror off camera at the right angle so I can actually see what the heck I am doing without burning my head off. Making sure all of my products are in front of me and in order to I can be efficient.
No matter how organized I am-- without fail-- almost every time I film, I will be wedged into my little filming corner with everything ready to go, only to realize I have forgotten something. And this invariably happens at least 3-4 times in a filming day. What also makes me mad enough to kill is when I think I have hit record and I get halfway through a tutorial before I realize that I am performing for an audience of 1-- me. When this happens I have to brush out my hair/wash my face and start over again. And depending on where in the process it happens, brushes and/or hairspray cans go flying in my rage. It is also super fun when my battery dies or my memory card runs out and it has been several minutes since I have noticed. I should make a gag reel of all of the times I yell "God dammit!!" Or "Fuuuuuuck!!" while I am filming. I generally have a pretty clean mouth, but filming can bring the inner sailor out of me.
Maybe it is because we live on a through street in Burbank where a sundry of vehicles bomb down at any given time. Garbage man? Yep! Gas man? Yep! Recycling? You bet! Moving vans? Of course! And do they go slow? Nope. How is it that the garbage man/recycling man somehow comes down my street and empties something almost every day of the week??? Now for a normal person with a normal job, this wouldn't really matter. And I sleep like I am dead, so it doesn't bother me there. But I have a pretty good camera, and it just LOVES to pick up outside noise. Don't even get me started on the produce truck that comes twice a day and honks its "La Cucaracha" horn at 135 decibels. Or the ice cream man that comes year round, which ordinarily would be delightful, but the combination of the noise and the fact that I can't eat ice cream is like a double gut punch. Or the elote man that walks back and forth ALL day on the weekends honking his little horn. I mean, I love corn, frozen treats and veggies, but COME ON!
My favorite (not really) is when it is 800 degrees outside and I have to film, but I can't have my AC or a fan on because they are too loud. So I have to film while my body is dying and I am trying to mask my sweat mustache under two glaring lights. Man, fighting mustaches seem to be the hardest variable in my filming life.
I know I am just being
a giant baby and that my life isn't really that bad. And that my job pretty much rules. But I just want everyone to know that the "behind the scenes" are not quite as glamorous as y'all would like to think.
Oh, and I am 100% never wearing pants in any of my videos.