Last week, we had a 6 day week, as we had to re-shoot the pilot episode of this show. Don’t ask why, I don’t know.
Although we were expecting the worst, day 6 turned out to be not so bad (only 10.5 hours), as the director came in very prepared and burned through the stuff.
I was home before midnight, which I hadn’t expected.
The advantage of four cameras is that it’s possible to shoot 26 pages in a day; something that’s completely out of reach for single camera shows (a misnomer, since most single camera shows use two cameras).
This show is 99.9 percent wonderful.
I really like the rest of the crew, the hours are easy, it’s close to the house and I’m really happy to be here.
The main problem I’m having is craft service.
Not the person – she’s a very nice lady who is exceptionally good at her job, but she doesn’t put out the healthiest stuff. She’s trying to make an entire crew of overgrown children happy, so she puts out comfort food.
Pasta, meatballs, chicken fingers, sliders, bacon wrapped bacon, weenie tots, onion rings, pastrami, etc..
Which is fine, as most people like that stuff and won’t complain.
Hell, I like that sort of stuff, but if I spend the next 6 weeks eating deep-fried whatsits three times a day my arteries (and my waistline) are going to explode.
Simply not eating for 12 hours isn’t an option, so I need to figure out a way to bring my own snacks without offending her.
It would be easy if we had a dorm fridge in our gold room, but we don’t.
If I bring food I have to put it in her fridge, so it’s not like I can sneak it past her.
Vegan? Gluten free? Nut allergy? Sanctimonious uber-organic locavore? These are all plausible, but I think I’m just going to tell her that I’m a super picky eater with an extremely sensitive stomach and this way is going to be easier for both of us.
Hopefully, she’ll understand and not poison my bagged lunch.