My inability to say no to things has not helped my cause as a temp. Surely saying no to someone is not that difficult… in my case it is! This is where my filming expedition to Coventry comes in…

When my manager says she is impressed with my work so far, (which makes me question how bad the previous temp must have been) and offers me the chance to get some media training so I can go in and film some workshops, I begin to think my luck has changed. Well at least the chance to ditch the cold calling. So after going through a pile of red tape and a million and one form filling exercises (government organisations thrive on pointless form filling) I wait eagerly for my training.

Generally, getting training means you spend some time learning and developing skills from someone who knows enough about a topic to teach you…. Not here. With 24 hours notice I am told that I need to go and rent a video camera in Soho, and that I am booked on a 6.30am train to go up to Coventry to film a workshop for Children being taught outside the four walls of the classroom. i.e film a load of kids in a church. This is where the alarm bells start to ring.

Firstly, I have never used a video camera. Secondly, surely getting up at some god awful hour in the morning is not part of my temping contract. Getting in at 9, yes. Leaving dead on 5; yes. Getting up when it’s still dark traipsing to Euston and not getting paid for it, NO. But this is where my conscience gets the better of me or where you could equally call me a MUG! This is when most people would just say no and I reluctantly agree. I am a fool!

So off I go to Soho, pick up a camera and a tripod and spend the night teaching myself the art of filming. When I say teach myself the art of filming, I mean trying to turn the stupid thing on and off and pressing record.

This is definitely not what I signed up for. Lesson learnt… I am no Steven Spielberg!