So it’s come to this…

For the next five (or six, I’m not sure anymore) weeks, I’m going to be putting up holiday lights at a studio*.

I’m working with a bunch of guys whom I’ve never met before, but who all are really cool and it’s a fun group, but basically I’m a glorified gardener right now.

A gardener who’s making union scale plus a night premium, so I certainly can’t complain (okay, I can complain about being attacked by a bougainvillea that wasn’t in the holiday spirit – I never realized that those things had half-inch long thorns, and apparently they don’t enjoy being draped in lights).

The hours aren’t so bad – 2:30 pm to 1 am. We’re working a nights because our presence is upsetting to the important folks – after all, everyone wants to read the great American novel, but no one wants to watch the room full of chain-smoking monkeys typing away.

*I’m not going to name it, as I’m currently an employee of the studio and not a production, and I’m not certain what the policy on blogs is, so let’s all just keep our guesses to ourselves, shall we?

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