Miss Kubelik, one doesn't get to be a second administrative assistant around here unless he's a pretty good judge of character, and as far as I'm concerned you're tops. I mean, decency-wise and otherwise-wise.

- C. C. Baxter, The Apartment

Thursday, November 29, 2012

shooting (day) 2

my dad lent us a coffee percolator from his church. we set it up this morning and used the generic coffee our production supervisor purchased at wal-mart yesterday afternoon when he went out to make a crafty run.

yep, our line producer and production supervisor ran out to get crafty.

i brought the percolator and handed off the responsibility because i do not drink coffee and i do not care or know how to make it.

our ad's happened to have good working knowledge of all things coffee, so when we finally got into the building (the owner of the bowling alley where we're filming was late), we began making coffee.

then the director told me the coffee was really bad.

then everyone agreed.

the line producer and production supervisor ran out again to purchase a harddrive (because we didn't have them) and we asked that they bring back dunkin donuts coffee to compensate for the apparent crap coffee made this morning.

that was two hours ago.

five minutes ago, the first ad just called the second ad and asked him to ask me to coordinate a coffee run for the director of photography (who will only be called a cinematographer). i texted the line producer who's running out right now, and asked if he'd pick up coffee and he said no. we had enough here.

so.....i might attempt to make more in the church percolator...or not.

this is a really long day.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

back at it

working on another film.

i swore i wouldn't do this ever again. for some reason i thought i didn't want to do this, that i wanted a normal life where people know there schedules three months out, instead of waiting until literally the night before to find out what time i have to be at work in the morning - and waiting until late afternoon to try to guess as to what time i'll be home.

it's hilarious.

today is the first day of production on another feature.

we planted our excuse for an onsite office in the corner of a basement dance club bar as they film on the first floor bowling alley and bar. the expansive space seemed nice and welcoming until the manager informed us they scheduled a band to load in at 1 this afternoon and begin sound check - sound check - at 5.

funny.

the drummer took it upon himself to begin practicing early.

i'm tired.

there's no soap in the bathroom and i'm trying to avoid thinking about that.