The shit we talk about at work
So I showed up at Minnehaha Falls with the grip truck at six a.m. and Sev and Dean are going on about this http://www.davemmr.com/visual/rockme2nite.html like a bunch of sugared up ten year olds. I jumped right in. At one point in the day we were all partaking in the dance, with the full tool belt, radio headset work attire. The job was actually a cold rainy cluster fuck. So this masked any hate we were throwing back at production for beating us up with poor planning.