Last week, I worked on a non-union flat rate (read: bend over, buddy, you’re in for it) job which, of course, despite the promise to keep the hours reasonable, went long. Into the night.
Hands up who didn’t see that one coming?
So I’ve been on a bit of a night schedule since then. Which is fine, except that I got a call from a very good friend to work on the rigging crew of some TV show shooting on a lot 100 yards from where I used to live (of course).
With a 6 am call and a crosstown drive, this meant the alarm went off at the crack of dark (4:30 am).
Which would have also been fine, had I not been awake and staring at the ceiling until about midnight.
So I was sleepy all day, and for some reason, dizzy. Which was also fine, since people on ladders need ground support (to fetch, hand things up, and help move the ladder).
We spent the afternoon putting color corrected tubes in fluorescent fixtures and then hanging said fixtures into the dropped ceiling of the set. Since some of the cable dropping down from the perms was a bit hard to reach, we had to adjust – usually by screaming at the top of our lungs (to overpower the sound of drills and three radios tuned to different stations) to the guys up on the perms.
Last night, my intention was to get off to bed about half an hour ago, except that I came home and found that for some reason, WordPress had accused me of being a spammer/scammer/slog/content scraper and frozen the blog over there with no warning or anything.
Awesome. Because I needed that. Really, I did.
Here’s the page that was normally the ‘dashboard’ of my blog:
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After firing off a panic-y email to support, I got a nice apology and the explanation that the ‘system shouldn’t have done that’.
Guess that makes me feel better. I spent most of the night trying to figure out what could have triggered that.
And once again I’m off to work on very little sleep.
Hello, coffee. You’re my best friend today.