As I was leaving the dentist’s office Thursday, after getting a lecture on using too much force while brusing my teeth and damaging my gums (statistically speaking, I’m a bit less than halfway through my lifespan so my teeth have got to last another 40 years at the very least. Who knew one could actually cause damage with what’s turned out to be overzealous dental hygene), I finally got a call to go to work – for one day only.
Very few shows are shooting Monday as Tuesday’s a holiday, and a lot of folks don’t like one day calls as it messes up one’s unemployment, but I don’t mind. It’s pension hours, heath insurance qualification hours and gets me out of the house. Plus, one day here and there helps me ease back into the swing of things before I go back to 70 hour weeks.
My offered choices were wrapping cable in the almost 100 degree heat or working on the lamp dock.
I didn’t hesitate for a second. “Lamp dock, please.” My momma didn’t raise a fool.
Lamp dock work is mostly warehouse-style stuff. Putting things away, fetching things, checking orders, flashing* returned lamps to make sure they work.
I had a fun day working with a great group of people, even if I did spend too much in the studio store (discounted DVDs qualify as an occupational hazard).
I had a six am call, which was good. It means I got to go through the security checkpoint before it became a complete cluster fuck (about 7 am), and working an eight hour day meant that I got released to go home at 2:30 pm. I put my extra time to good use by going to the gym and then checked my garden to discover that someone had stolen two of my tomato plants – dug them right out of the ground. Asshole. Sometimes I really wish it were legal to beat people with a golf club.
Couch of the day:
*Get your mind out of the gutter. “Flashing” is turning a tungsten lamp on and off very quickly to make sure it’s working without having it heat up.