Wow! Where did that time go?
I feel like I’ve been running around like crazy for over two weeks, with not much to show for it on this blog.
Let see:
- Worked for nine days in a row, five of those on the same episode, so every night was “wash your shirt to drip dry” for continuity, and the morning commute.
- Was working on a non-acting project under a deadline in the other hours, when not on set or traveling back and forth to the studio du jour.
- Argued one afternoon with an accounting department over a paycheck.
- Filed a grievance with SAG for a paycheck on a booking which turned out “not” to be a booking after the 6pm deadline (which they will take up with production – thank goodness for the union!).
- Oh yeah, got sick for about five or six days while enduring the aforementioned. That was fun.
- Finally, am dealing with police and insurance today, as my car was broken into last night – and hoping to make it to set later on. (PS – It’s raining today in
Temporary insanity in daily life is, naturally, a given, but made more aggravating when confronted with what I like to call, “askies.”
Askies don’t like to use their eyes, hands, or higher cognitive functions. Why flex the gray matter when you can simply ask someone standing right next to you?
And you find them on set all the damn time.
This week, I got cornered by an askie at 20th Century Fox as we were wrapped and walking towards the shuttle back to the parking lot.
“Is that the shuttle?”
“It sure looks like the one we took this morning.
“Is it full? Are there any seats left?” (This from about forty yards away.)
“Don’t know. You’re in the same position as me to peer inside.”
Askies typically reveal themselves at lunch, usually when waiting in line – a long line – for catering.
“What’s on the menu today? What were they grilling?”
“Don’t know. I’ve been inside working for the last two hours.”
“But did you see anything?”
“We were seated at the same table for those last two scenes….”
Got one of those two weeks ago. As we got closer to the steam tables, she shifted gears and became a “commentariate.”
“Oh look at the chicken. Looks good today, doesn’t it?”
“It’s not chicken – it’s mahi mahi.
“What’s that sauce.”
“It’s not chicken – it’s mahi mahi!”
“Are these the same people who cater House? What’s their name? This chicken looks a bit strange.”
“That’s because it’s not chicken – it’s fish!
[Evil look from the askie/commentariate.]
“Well, sorry to disturb your day.”
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