I was all set to spend today reminiscing for your enjoyment.
I deposited my freshly-washed laundry in the dryer, sat down at the computer, and then the phone rang.
“Do you want to work today?”
You even have to ask?
What time and where, that’s all I need to know.
Turns out they needed a crew to rig a location at the last minute – so I pulled the damp laundry out of the dryer, hung it about the house (campsite chic – it’s all the rage), and took off.
Of course, crew parking was across the street from the old place (no, really. Right across the street), so what once would have been a 30 second stroll was now 70 minutes of fighting traffic and wishing my car had a ‘stun’ setting.
The day wasn’t bad – it was just changing some flourescent tubes and running some cable with folks that I like a whole lot and I’m always happy when they call me, even if it’s for a short day.
The problem with running cable on a sidewalk in Hollywood is knowing what’s going to happen to said cable as soon as the shooting company’s gone home for the night.
The clubs let out, there’s an inviting wall and a passerby with a bladder full of beer, and you can guess the rest. We know the cable’s going to get pissed on – and we have a pretty good idea of where most of the pissing will happen (that nice semi-private convergence of walls ), and we know who has to wrap the cable in the morning.
So we’ll march in tomorrow and deal with the cable in the pee pee corner as quickly as possible while holding our breath.
Hey, it beats not working at all, right?