Today, I was wrapping out a set for a movie (The Kingdom) that, during the past few months of shooting, has had four deaths of crew and over 100 workman’s comp claims.
Needless to say, we were all really, really careful all day. No one wanted to be number five.
Since our call time was 5 am at Sony, I had to get up before 4 (3:45, to be exact) so now, although I’m insanely tired (at 8 pm, which makes me feel like a total loser), I have to stay awake until the best boy for tomorrow’s show calls me and tells me what the call time is. On shooting units, since the next day’s call time depends on how late the day runs each day, he won’t know what call is until they call wrap.
That could be, well, anytime.
If I go to bed early, I’ll wake up early – which will be a bad thing if the call time is, say 10 am which means we’ll work until at least midnight.
If I anticipate a late call time and drink a bunch of coffee to stay up late, he’ll call and tell me there’s a 6 am call time and I’ll be all wired and won’t get any sleep.
I can’t start calling the best boy and nagging him about call time, because if I do he’s going to decide that I’m a pain the in ass and not hire me again.
Pretty much my only choice is to sit here, waiting.
My sister just called me and asked what I was doing, and when I told her I was sitting in my room waiting for a boy to call, her response was “aren’t you a little old for that sort of thing?”
Yeah, you’d think so.
Staying awake would be easier if TV weren’t so bad.
UPDATE: 9:30 am call, which means parking in the Fox structure is going to suck, but at least I can go to sleep now.