People like me. I've got stories.
So on Monday I was standing next to the craft service table...eating...as usual. At least I had the pretense of telling people to be quiet this time. Anyway, I was talking with my friends Angela (of craft service fame), Richard (of camera department fame) and Brooke (of production assistant fame), and Larroquette's Christmas gifts to the crew came up in conversation. Larroquette had given everyone on the crew a twenty dollar gift card to Starbucks. This was a little awkward for me, however, because I had no idea what the hell they were talking about. I hadn't gotten a gift from Larroquette for Christmas.
We started the rationalization. He was giving them out indiscriminately. Maybe he just missed me. It wasn't anything personal. Then again, I had taken him to and from work when he was giving them out.
Surely he hadn't forgotten
both times. I was the only other person in the car. One would think it would have come up in the conversation at some point.
Needless to say I was a little hurt...until I took John home last night. As we pulled up to his house, he turned to me and handed me an envelope. He apologized because he'd had it in the car for several days and had forgotten to give it to me. I opened it up.
In it was a hand-written thank you letter for all my work, a Starbucks gift card and
two hundred fucking dollars. If we had a different relationship, I woulda made out with the son of a bitch. It was nice to be able to come in today and brag to all my friends that I got better stuff than them.
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Today we had in a bunch up extras for our court scenes. Buncha spectators, jury members, press, court clerk, etc. One of the jury members named Noi--a fifty-something Taiwanese woman--came up to me and told me I was handsome and should be in movies. I blushed my blush (as everyone knows my weakness for middle-aged Asian women) and thanked her very much. She came back shortly after and told me:
Really. I should be in movies. She had some names of casting directors.
Needless to say I gave her my name and number in exchange for a business card of one (of many) of her associates that is in the casting business. This particular gentleman whose card I have in casting four movies at the moment, starting in two weeks.
In two weeks, by the by, I finish with
McBride.
I know I said I would write with the time off after this movie, but Noi was talking about how she earns $550 a day working as background in Michael Bay movies. And it's time to face the facts here: I am a whore. I sold out to work in television for a steady paycheck. There's no way in hell I would pass up working in a Michael Bay movie for that kind of movie. Hell, if they paid me $1,000 a day I'd hail the bastard as "...[genius]...", "...one of the [last and truest auteurs] of our day." Say what you will, but I find it fun to "buy things" with "money" I earn by working at a "job". I love being a whore. It keeps me in DVDs and comic books.
Life is good. Life is good.
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