A sure-fire way to be certain a best boy never calls you back again is to refuse to do something, even if there’s a really good reason.
Yesterday, I was asked to go up in the condor and I had to do exactly that – over the walkie, no less.
“Um.. I’ve got a.. health situation right now that’s going to prevent me from doing that”.
One of the guys standing next to me immediately started teasing me: “What.. you got yer peeeeriod?”
Why yes, actually. That was, in fact, why I couldn’t get in a condor, raise the basket to eye level of upper floor apartment dwelling yokels and then sit there for 10 hours. Thanks for asking.
Of course, I couldn’t actually say that, so I made some crack about not being able to get off the shitter because I’d eaten his mamma’s cooking the night before, but this was ill-timed.
Hopefully, it won’t be held against me and this particular best boy will call me back again.
Oh, well. It was probably better for me to refuse to go up than to go up and then have to come back down a few hours later.
In the ‘damn, I’m glad I wasn’t on that show’ department, one of our drivers told me another show that’s shooting a few blocks away had almost a quarter of a million dollars in cable stolen.
Since the copper market (cable is, of course, copper with a rubber coating) has skyrocketed and the scrap metal buyers downtown don’t ask any questions, unguarded cable lying around pretty much has a ‘free money’ sign on it.
Bet that security guard’s salary isn’t looking so expensive now, huh?