One of the tricks productions use to avoid paying mileage is the bus-to.
One reports to the lot, and then gets in a van and is driven for an eon or so to some place that isn’t featured on modern maps.
Generally, this means showing up at work at the crack of dawn in order to beat the traffic.
Tomorrow, my call time is 4:30 am. In case you’re keeping count, that’s before the sun comes up.
We’ll then load a stakebed with either too much equipment or not nearly enough and get driven out to the location were the ADs have promised they’ll have breakfast for us.
Which I won’t eat*, so I have to get up early enough to make breakfast before I leave, which means I’m going to set the alarm for an hour I don’t even want to think about.
Which means I have to go to bed right about now if I want to have even the slightest hope of being even semi-coherent in the morning.
*I’m certainly not implying that you shouldn’t eat McDonalds if you like it, but I think it tastes like boiled cats prepared with water from a Superfund site. Plus, it makes me shit out stuff I ate three weeks ago, which isn’t fun for anyone.