Mondays at the studio are usually more peppy than this.
Rebel the grip took credit for the lifesized skeleton prop in the directors chair. Someone had spray painted RIP in gray on plywood and leaned it against the balcony set. Yeah, the overnights were out.
I knew about overnights from the old man. I'd get ready for school to the cadence of his cussing. I thought I walked into a flashback when I entered the exec's conference room with a tray of danish: best retention, second straight week, 18.2 million, adults 18-24.
On a more pleasant note, the chiefs impending reality series is shooting next door. He can move between gloom and hope by the twist of a knob. It's so real over there that there's no craft services table to be seen and both coffee pots are missing. I see an empty copier paper box on one of the writers desk. Looks like the reality show's about to get one more associate producer.
Where's McKenzie, Brackman, Cage, Fish and the big angry man. My point, exactly.