goodnite.
i just walked (or perhaps the word is stumbled) home at 7 am after a grueling 12-hr day (worked on three hours' sleep) swigging from a paper coffee cup of beer.
while wrapping out tonite (?) i went over to un-greek the beer taps in the cafe where we've been shooting to find the gaffer and two grips pouring themselves a little wake-up juice
and so of course when they offered i partook.
and so i walked home from this job where i'm propping and set-dressing and often filling in as wardrobe supervisor while the real one doubles as catering and appearing as a "coffee shop patron" and an extra in the somebody-got-shot scene
with my measly, pathetic, week-late check in my pocket
i'm taking every stimulant i can get my hands on to get through this job
which is probably going to run over-schedule at least a week
...and there's still a part of me that can't believe i get paid for this.
while wrapping out tonite (?) i went over to un-greek the beer taps in the cafe where we've been shooting to find the gaffer and two grips pouring themselves a little wake-up juice
and so of course when they offered i partook.
and so i walked home from this job where i'm propping and set-dressing and often filling in as wardrobe supervisor while the real one doubles as catering and appearing as a "coffee shop patron" and an extra in the somebody-got-shot scene
with my measly, pathetic, week-late check in my pocket
i'm taking every stimulant i can get my hands on to get through this job
which is probably going to run over-schedule at least a week
...and there's still a part of me that can't believe i get paid for this.