Monday, Monday, Monday!
So I don't typically talk about my lifey things on Livejournal. Mostly because I don't really have much of a life outside of work and although I love my job, most people really don't care. But hey, this my journal and today was crazy and I'm going to write about it.
2:00 AM - After an evening of watching "Perfume: Story of a Murderer" with 9_of_clubs - ill-advised mostly because now if I ever bump into Ben Whishaw (again) I'm going to run screaming - I text the boyfriend who tells me not to be freaked out by Ben Whishaw's terrifying serial killer character because he's "literally just a toothpick" and "you can take him with your fencing arm." Reassuring.
2:05 AM - Go to sleep secure in the knowledge that I can take out Ben Whishaw. Phew, that was really on the verge of bothering me.
7:00 AM - Alarm goes off. Reset alarm for 7:10. Then 7:15, then 7:20, then 7:25.
7:25 AM - Officially wake up. Because I work in film and I know today's going to be a crazy busy day, I don't bother with a whole lot more than clothing - sweater and jeans, bet you wish you could wear that shit to work - and tooth brushing and then sleepwalk my way to the bus.
7:41 AM - Bus. Sleep.
8:08 AM - Train arrives. More sleeping.
8:43 AM - Arrive downtown. Sleep now inadvisable. Navigate way through busy Union Station and catch subway then streetcar to the car rental place. There's one very specific place that rents vehicles to production and all the cool people rent from it. If it's a big budget film/tv series and they're filming in Toronto: they get their cars from here.
9:31 AM - Stumble into car rental place. Some asshole from some other show is currently monopolizing the Production Liason's time. Sit on chair, fall asleep. Production Liason, who knows me because I'm in and out all the friggin' time, wakes me up and hands me the keys to a mini-van. ("I wasn't going to give these to you, but hey, if you fall asleep on the road, that's your funeral.")
9:51 AM - Roll through various one-way streets in near futile attempt to navigate Toronto in Dodge Grand Caravan. Van is equipped with Sirius FM satellite radio, so that's a bonus.
9:52 AM - ON MYYYY OWWWWWWWNNNNNN. PRETENDING HEEEEE'SSS BESIIIIDEEEE MEEEEEEEEEE.
9:53 AM - Realize back window was open. Roll that shit up.
10:05 AM - Arrive at camera equipment rental house. "I'm picking up for [show title]." "Here you go." That was suspiciously easy, but I sling the lenses over my shoulder and head back to the car. Maybe this morning's not going to suck after all.
10:16 AM - Arrive at wardrobe rental house. Our wardrobe designer has called ahead and pre-ordered a pair of coats for this one scene. I've been warned not to get both, we need to pick one. Use crap-berry to take photo of first coat and email to bosses. Crap-berry fails and needs to be reset before second coat can be photographed.
10:25 AM - Still waiting for crap-berry to reset.
10:33 AM - Send second picture of coat. Call director of photography to tell him that I'm going to his house and he better get his shit ready to go because his plane leaves at 5:10 PM and I am not waiting around.
10:41 AM - Incoming text from the boss. "Get both coats."
11:10 AM - After battling mid-morning traffic, arrive at director of photography's house. Carry every single piece of camera and lighting equipment (about 70 pounds per) to my van while he finishes packing his own suitcase. I'm not fooled. He just doesn't want to carry things.
11:25 AM - DoP shrieks "STOP, STOP. I WANT A COFFEE."
11:33 AM - Driving around block with Tim Horton's in continuous circles because there's nowhere to park and the DoP's still in there getting his coffee.
11:50 AM - Arrive at BIG camera gear house where DoP is supposed to do a once over of all the equipment and finish packing it to make sure when it ships to the States for the shoot, it's all good to go.
11:51 AM - Leave him the fuck there.
12:14 PM - Arrive at the production office to pick up per diems, carnets, etc. etc. By this point in the day, there is NOWHERE to park on the street. Have to ditch the van four blocks away from the office and slog through the freezing cold to the office.
12:28 PM - Actually make it to the tenth floor office, where my boss is hastily printing out all the things we need that she maybe should have printed out earlier. Pack the coats into a suitcase. Boss frantically calling post-production because we're out of hard drives and we need like a whole bunch of them. Post says, "Oh, we can give you some tomorrow." Yeah, no. Crew is flying out in less than five hours. Need them yesterday.
12:58 PM - Race down street lugging my backpack, the suitcase with the coats and a buttload of hard drives, drive back to the rental house to fetch the DoP.
1:14 PM - Arrive at rental house. Apparently the base plate for the tripod doesn't line up with the divets in the camera, which means the camera can't be screwed into the base plate. DoP tells rental house to get a drill and just drill some holes into the right place so that it works.
1:15 PM - No one wants to do this.
1:30 PM - Looks like it's the only option. Holes are drilled.
1:40 PM - DoP talking to some of the grips at the rental house. I cough politely and tap my watch. Supposed to meet the field producer at customs at the airport at 2:00 PM.
1:41 PM - Van is loaded, on way to airport.
2:00 PM - Still on highway. Dickbag in red pontiac cuts me off as I'm changing lanes into the airport exit. Miss the airport exit.
2:10 PM - Arrive at the Arrivals terminal to see a porter and the field producer. Thank god. Let the porter take away all the equipment, throw per diems and petty cash credit cards at DoP and field producer and PEACE THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.
2:25 PM - Receive email from boss: "don't you think some donuts would be excellent right now?"
2:26 PM - Miss exit back into city because of email. Have to take the long way.
3:00 PM - Arrive at rental place. Turn in the keys to the van. Jump on the streetcar.
3:41 PM - Stop off at nearest Tim Horton's to the office. Pick up some donuts.
3:55 PM - Arrive at office with donuts! Am much revered by both the production coordinator and the line producer. Proceed to enjoy the safety of my desk.
5:00 PM - Whip up the call sheet for tomorrow's shoot and after receiving no panicked emails from any of the crew suggesting that the plane has crashed and gone down, go home for the day.
6:13 PM - Catch the train home. Am immediately unconscious.
7:00 PM - Arrive at home. Realize there is no food. Lie on floor weeping. Remember that Pizza Hut exists.
8:00 PM - Pizza Hut arrives!
8:51 PM - Make this blog post instead of finishing my DCSS which is the only reason I'm even still awake.
And there you have it. A day in the life of someone who works in the industry. Isn't it faaaaascinaaaatinggggg? Fuck, I'm so tired. Maybe I'll write about Dean and Sam and Cas driving around Toronto, responding to various demands from their line producer and director of photography. That's a thing, right?
In other news; 00Q. Fuck yes.