I guess Craft Service isn’t well understood. There’s food out for us not because we’re fat lazy fucks, but in order to circumvent OSHA regulations about break periods – which are too frequent for film crews (if we took the OSHA breaks, we’d never get anything done), so we have a craft service table with food out so we can nosh if we get hungry, and we only have to take meal breaks every six hours and dispense with the coffee break altogether (note: this only applies to production crews. Rigging crews take breaks).
Unless some smartass producer ‘forgets’ to read the OSHA rules and decides the gross tool belt people need to lose some weight and declines to put out any craft service at all.
Luckily, we were able to walk across the lot and raid the other unit’s crafty.
In other news, I learned today that if one’s swim goggle is leaking the solution is not to keep cranking it down tighter and tighter. Not only did this not stop it from leaking, but I now have a black eye. Awesome.
It’s probably best I only worked one day this week – I can just imagine the hilarity had I shown up to work with a black eye.
UPDATE: Of course, I just got a work call for tomorrow. Am now testing out this truly vile-smelling glop (neem oil and turmeric powder made into a paste and applied to the discolored area) which the Sweater Queen promised would remove the bruising overnight. It better. Something that stinks like this better work.