As the TV season winds down and the work starts to dry up, I become concerned about hours.
Can I, in any given week, get enough hours to keep my health insurance (now that it’s harder to qualify), and beat what I’d make were I on unemployment.
It’s doable on two days a week, but hard on one. So, yesterday, when I went in for my only day of work this week, I checked the call sheet and was very happy to see, in the director’s slot, the name of someone who is notorious for being excruciatingly slow.
This particular director not only does too many takes, but tries to get creative with the coverage, which is almost never necessary.
The camera doesn’t need to emerge from a bowl of soup and slide past the actor’s dental implants to further the story. Trust me on this one.
It’s television. Master shot, two shot, close up. That’s all one really needs, and it’s all the editor really wants.
Normally, I just shrug and try to stay off my feet as much as possible, but with only one day this week, I was ecstatic at the possibility of a significant amount of double time.
Then, I looked at the page count and saw that we were scheduled to do just over NINE pages.
Five pages are a normal day for a TV show, so even a fast director would have a long day with nine.
My first thought was how bad my feet were going to hurt at the end of the day, but the dollar signs quickly took over.
Hey, if I’m only going to get one day, it might as well be a good one, right?
Except that the producer stayed on set and cracked the whip on said director so we were out in 12.5 hours.
Oh, well, Maybe next week.