Tuesday, our call time was 6:30 am – which meant that the crosstown drive took me all of 25 minutes – and that’s including a stop for coffee.
Today, our call time was 10 am, and since rush hour in Los Angeles is from roughly 7 am to 9 pm, the same drive took me an hour and a half – and that’s with my liberal utilization of back roads and ‘secret’ shortcuts (which, apparently, are not all that secret anymore).
While normally this would just be an inconvenience, invariably when I get stuck in really heinous traffic whatever liquid I’ve drunk decides to become turbocharged and I have to pee – assuming that one can find a place with public restrooms (a rarer beast than unicorns in certain parts of Los Angeles), stopping the car and getting out means even more delays.
So I just held it – getting more and more frantic at each red light – until I got to the lot (where I thankfully quickly found parking) and made a mad dash for the restroom.
Since we only worked an 8 hour day today (we just had a few inserts to shoot), I got stuck in traffic on the way home as well, where, of course, I had to pee about halfway.
Tomorrow’s call is 9, so hopefully we’ll work a full 12 hours – we’ll get some overtime and we’ll miss that afternoon traffic.