The last time I worked, I started having problems with my walkie headset – I could hear, but not respond, which might not seem like a problem, but can annoy the hell out of the gaffer if you can’t answer a simple fucking question without climbing down out of the rigging.
I’d put off buying a new one as I haven’t been working, but since things are supposedly picking up (or so I hear) I drove to Burbank and walked into the most dangerous place on the planet.
A vast air-conditioned emporium full to the brim of all kinds of cool stuff that I don’t need but desperately want more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.
A tool pouch with a little light built-in so you can peruse the contents in the dark!
Special gloves just for wrapping wet cable!
Neat-o stretchy cables that attach your wrench to your belt so if you drop said wrench while you’re in the perms, it won’t fall to the floor and hurt someone!
25 different types of clips to hold your gloves!
Tape in all the colors of the rainbow!
Oh, the colors…
Plus, helpful staff!
Me (glassy-eyed): “What’s that?”
Sales clerk: “That’s a dampening widget that sound guys only use on the 5th Monday of a month ending in -ed”
Me (drooling): “It’s so shiiiiiiny….”
Must. Control. Self.
After stepping outside and taking several deep cleansing breaths of the smoggy air, I managed to escape with just my new headset and a pair of the wet cable gloves (soggy gloves suck so it’s a totally justified purchase), but oh, for the shiny stuff I had to leave behind.
Damn you, Filmtools. Damn you to hell.