*head scratch*

*head scratch*

I'm experiencing some cognitive dissonance. My driving of John Larroquette has been going briskly. Sure, we don't exchange that many words, but that can sometimes be a good thing. The other day he had a mini-explosion at my 2nd 2nd assistant director--who is a sweetheart--for something that wasn't her fault. He pointed out with some curse words that the call time was too early, and that he and I should have been allowed to come to set later. I averted my eyes. He's made snide comments about people getting excited and honking their horns when they see the camera crew. And the look on his face when he was working with the dog...

On the other hand, he's very patient with me. I took a long detour to get back to the set today (unbeknowst to me), but he dismissed it with a, "Well, we got here. That's all that matters." He offers to buy me coffee or soda when we make stops at Starbuck's or gas stations. He calmly explained to me as I dropped him off tonight about how to avoid traffic during what times of the day in particular areas of LA. I'm not entirely sure how to react to this. Most of the time I'm terrified that he's going to lose his temper with me for a dumb mistake that I routinely make, being new on the job. Every time, though, he's just dismissed it. I'm really at a loss as to why. Maybe it's because I called him "sir" the other day. People around here aren't really used to that.

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In other news, I essentially got a two hour break in the middle of today to go eat at a good Japanese place near my house and hang out at my apartment for an hour. I was sent to pick up John, but the crew got delayed somehow. I got a standby from base and an order to pick up some food and run some errands. Ten-four, said I. Copy that. Too bad I forgot to turn in my receipt. There's always tomorrow, I suppose.

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