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Monday, April 14, 2008

Everyday is an adventure...

and what an adventure this one was.

Let me start off by saying, this probably won't make sense, but I'll post it anyway.

Let me also state that I'm procrastinating on taxes, so this will also be lengthy.

My day began at about 5:20, well, actually, 5:30, because that's when I finally turned off my alarm. I got out of bed put on my shoes, grabbed my skateboard, and ran out the door to catch the train. I was off to the very first day of a feature I was about to gaff. For those of you who don't know, gaffing a feature is a big gold star on your credits, so I need'nt say I was very excited! Well, excited and apprehensive. Apprehensive? no, not because I was worried I wouldn't do well.

Excited: I was able to hire an all-star team! I got a great key grip hired and she, in turn, hired a great best boy grip. I too was able to bring on my first choice of best boy electric, another talented woman. Additionally, I had about 10 or so people who were excited to day-play on days when we needed additional hands! so I'm stoked, 3 solid weeks of hanging out with some cool kids while making some cash.

Apprehensive: I came about this job in rather slippery terms. it's a long story, but let's just say they had already gone through a few gaffers, myself included. (it's complicated). All of whom had been fired pretty much at whim or for being just a bit too pushy.

Anyway, back to this morning. I caught the Path out to jersey where I met my key grip and best boy* electric (*actually a girl). A PA picked us up in a CRV and we headed off in the wrong direction to set. I played DJ and we had a good time chatting it up and listening to some knarley tunes.

We were headed off to a tech scout and the equipment check-out so that we could begin shooting the following day. After way too ong, we showed up on set only to find out that what was supposed to be a camera-test, was actually the camera crew and art department shooting inserts of a dummy body falling off of a roof onto a glass atrium ceiling. not exactly safe. (note: the key grip's foremost job on set is head-of-safety). My key grip points out that due to lack of railings on the roof, no one will be insured if there is an accident, but since we're not actually working on set that day, she lets it go. Now, we know we're already on thin-ice because they've gone through so many crews, so she doesn't push the point.

Instead we left set and continued along with the tech scout in the abandoned hospital. We checked outlets, metered sub-boxes - the whole nine. That ended and we went back to "set" to hang out while waiting for a PA to come and drive us to the equipment check-out. During our brief moments on "set" someone on the roof, six stories above, kicked something off and shattered the first pane of a double-paned window in the ceiling of the atrium where there was a very expensive camera (the viper) and an operator seated directly below. So my key grip walked over to the DP and said very politely, "you know, this isn't safe anymore." At which point the DP stormed off set and had a hissy fit with the producer over walkie about not liking it that "that girl" is telling him what he can and cannot do. (Please note, "That girl" is our key grip and her position should be respected.) Regardless, she only told him it wasn't safe, not that he couldn't do it. Anyway, it wasn't too long before the producer came and asked me if he could have a word. So I followed him around the corner. At which point he told me that the DP didn't want to work with us anymore. So I was like "are we fired?" and he was like "yup." So we asked for a ride back to the train station and played some more bumpin' post-punk songs on the ipod.

We all came on the job expecting to be fired at whim, but none of us thought it would happen before the job even started.

So we got back into the city and met the best boy grip from that job for lunch in east williamsburg. decided to go to the beach. Went on a 3-5 mile trek to the east river to find another grip on a job that was shooting there and say "hi." walked back towards the "L" train while contemplating getting tatoos and piercings. got tasti-d-lite instead. Then headed out to the rockaways to play on the beach. after a long and confusing trip, we arrived.

first things first, buy frisbee, football, and candies.

second, head to the beach to climb out onto the slippery jetty, take pictures, and fall between the rocks.

third, play frisbee.

fourth, the wind is too strong, play with the football.

fifth, play on the swings and turn upside down, climb the poles, and eat candy.

Sixth, get beer and bathrooms at a super hicky irish bar with no irish beer.

15 hours after it all started, we hopped a train back to the city, bid each other farewell and reminisced about the good times we could have had if only we weren't all fired.

To top the day off. I got a summons on the way home for riding my skateboard on the sidewalk. now I guess I should do my taxes!

Here's the adventure in photos. facebook-style.
posted by meg @ 8:31 PM

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