On our way to lunch, we met an elephant right outside Hollywood Center Studios.
I didn't get her name, but she plays the harmonica with her trunk.
No, really.
She does.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Friday Photo
Dr. Evil
The lot manager at Hollywood Center is a fat, ill-tempered bald guy with a dent in his head who rides around on a Segway.
The grips have nicknamed him Dr. Evil.
Everything we use has to be safety rated - electrical equipment has to be UL-rated, and grip equipment has to be OSHA approved and given a weight rating (if the chain holds 1100 lbs, but the bolt holding the chain is rated at 300 lbs, then the ENTIRE rig must be weight-rated at 300 lbs. This is to minimize the risk of deaths/injuries from preventable equipment failure. Items which do not have a weight rating may not be used on sets to hang equipment over the heads of innocent people).
When hanging pipe grids, the chains holding up the grids are hung from these things that look like square hooks. They're hardened steel, and they are specially designed to hook over the wooden beams of the perms.
Dr. Evil wanted the grips to just use chain - wrapped around the beam and secured with an "S hook". The grips refused (rightly so, as this is horribly unsafe), and there was a huge fight.
S-hooks aren't OSHA approved, nor are they weight-rated (wrapping chain around the beams isn't really all that safe, either). Dr. Evil wouldn't back down, so the grips had to get their union rep out, who apparently had quite the dust-up with Dr. Evil in the office.
Dr. Evil, in the end, gave in but made the production company buy the proper equipment - which Hollywood Center should have had on hand in the first place.
Today, at lunch, one of the grips told us how Dr. Evil got the dent in his head.
The grip told us that once upon a time, Dr. Evil climbed onto the roof of a stage to turn off a light because he was afraid that if he left it on, it would start a fire.*
Because he was unable to turn the light off by conventional means, he decided to break the light bulb**
Since he broke the light bulb, he had to climb down off the roof in the dark, fell, and dented his head when he landed.
I don't know how true it is, but it's a damn good story.
* Lights generally do not start fires. Most electrical fires are wiring related. In our case, we overamp cable and the connectors burn. While alarming to bystanders, even this is really more funny than dangerous.
Okay, it's dangerous. But still very, very funny.
**I refuse to believe that anyone is that stupid. Even Dr. Evil.
The grips have nicknamed him Dr. Evil.
Everything we use has to be safety rated - electrical equipment has to be UL-rated, and grip equipment has to be OSHA approved and given a weight rating (if the chain holds 1100 lbs, but the bolt holding the chain is rated at 300 lbs, then the ENTIRE rig must be weight-rated at 300 lbs. This is to minimize the risk of deaths/injuries from preventable equipment failure. Items which do not have a weight rating may not be used on sets to hang equipment over the heads of innocent people).
When hanging pipe grids, the chains holding up the grids are hung from these things that look like square hooks. They're hardened steel, and they are specially designed to hook over the wooden beams of the perms.
Dr. Evil wanted the grips to just use chain - wrapped around the beam and secured with an "S hook". The grips refused (rightly so, as this is horribly unsafe), and there was a huge fight.
S-hooks aren't OSHA approved, nor are they weight-rated (wrapping chain around the beams isn't really all that safe, either). Dr. Evil wouldn't back down, so the grips had to get their union rep out, who apparently had quite the dust-up with Dr. Evil in the office.
Dr. Evil, in the end, gave in but made the production company buy the proper equipment - which Hollywood Center should have had on hand in the first place.
Today, at lunch, one of the grips told us how Dr. Evil got the dent in his head.
The grip told us that once upon a time, Dr. Evil climbed onto the roof of a stage to turn off a light because he was afraid that if he left it on, it would start a fire.*
Because he was unable to turn the light off by conventional means, he decided to break the light bulb**
Since he broke the light bulb, he had to climb down off the roof in the dark, fell, and dented his head when he landed.
I don't know how true it is, but it's a damn good story.
* Lights generally do not start fires. Most electrical fires are wiring related. In our case, we overamp cable and the connectors burn. While alarming to bystanders, even this is really more funny than dangerous.
Okay, it's dangerous. But still very, very funny.
**I refuse to believe that anyone is that stupid. Even Dr. Evil.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Rigging
After the 16 hour days of the last two shows, it's nice to get off first unit and put a rig in.
I'm working on an eight day rig and prelight for a three camera show (featuring some guy I've never heard of).
We're working 10 hour days - it's nice to be home while the sun's still out.
I'm on the "up high" team, which means that I'm spending the entire day up in the 'perms' of the stage, running cable.
One of the fun things about Hollywood Center (where we're rigging) is that they don't have a graffiti eradication policy, so there's some cool stuff written up in the perms - where only grip and electric go.
A lot of it's just names and dates, but there are also editorial comments:
Which can extend into conversations:
And last, but not least, the one that actually made me laugh out loud:
I'm working on an eight day rig and prelight for a three camera show (featuring some guy I've never heard of).
We're working 10 hour days - it's nice to be home while the sun's still out.
I'm on the "up high" team, which means that I'm spending the entire day up in the 'perms' of the stage, running cable.
One of the fun things about Hollywood Center (where we're rigging) is that they don't have a graffiti eradication policy, so there's some cool stuff written up in the perms - where only grip and electric go.
A lot of it's just names and dates, but there are also editorial comments:
Which can extend into conversations:
And last, but not least, the one that actually made me laugh out loud:
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Buy A Used Shirt for Hurricane Victims!
UPDATE: No bids. C'mon, folks. It's not really about the shirt, is it?
Due to my intense (and totally justified, thanks) hatred of eBay, I'm going to hold an informal 'auction' here..
This is a promotional T-Shirt with an Arri Lighting logo. The only way to get one of these is to rent (or buy) a shitload of lights from Arri.
It's a black, adult size L (men's size, not 'baby tee' size) Haynes "beefy T".
Despite my joke about a used shirt, it's actually not ever been worn (An adult size L is WAY too big for me).
The logo on the front's been embroidered. Here's a close up:
Here's the back:
Here's how I'm going to work this.
You email (randomblogmail [at] yahoo dot com) me your 'bid' and tell me which charity it'll be going to (I'm suggesting the Red Cross, but if there's one out there that I haven't heard of, tell me about it), and the highest 'bid' between now and 8pm tomorrow night (which is about when I'll be getting home from work) wins the shirt.
You email me proof of your donation, and I'll send ya the shirt.
If I get a decent response from this, I'll do another one.
Due to my intense (and totally justified, thanks) hatred of eBay, I'm going to hold an informal 'auction' here..
This is a promotional T-Shirt with an Arri Lighting logo. The only way to get one of these is to rent (or buy) a shitload of lights from Arri.
It's a black, adult size L (men's size, not 'baby tee' size) Haynes "beefy T".
Despite my joke about a used shirt, it's actually not ever been worn (An adult size L is WAY too big for me).
The logo on the front's been embroidered. Here's a close up:
Here's the back:
Here's how I'm going to work this.
You email (randomblogmail [at] yahoo dot com) me your 'bid' and tell me which charity it'll be going to (I'm suggesting the Red Cross, but if there's one out there that I haven't heard of, tell me about it), and the highest 'bid' between now and 8pm tomorrow night (which is about when I'll be getting home from work) wins the shirt.
You email me proof of your donation, and I'll send ya the shirt.
If I get a decent response from this, I'll do another one.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Well, That's That.
The short film that became a TV pitch-but-is-still-a-short-film-because-I-said-so, dammit has been cut and sent to Slamdance (I skipped Sundance because I don't think they'll 'get it' - they're not known for their sense of satire) for consideration.
I hope we get in.
If you know anyone on the selection committee, let me know if they need clothing (I'm broke, so it's got to be off the sale rack at Target), booze (again, broke - so fortified wine is a good buy for me), or blowjobs...
Just kidding.
No one wants clothing from the sale rack at Target.
I hope we get in.
If you know anyone on the selection committee, let me know if they need clothing (I'm broke, so it's got to be off the sale rack at Target), booze (again, broke - so fortified wine is a good buy for me), or blowjobs...
Just kidding.
No one wants clothing from the sale rack at Target.
Friday, September 02, 2005
ABC Newsroom
I really wanted to sit in the chair and and say "This is Peter Jennings, with an ABC News exclusive on the afterlife".
Damn. This is going to turn out to be one big deathbed regret.
A Zombie Says What?
I know for a fact that 5 1/2 script pages can be shot in 12 hours without hurrying.
Today, it took us 15 hours (making yesterday our third 14+ hour day in a row) to shoot that 5 1/2 pages.
The director of this episode has been pulling a Warren Beatty*, which hasn't been making him any friends - with crews, at some point the money ceases to matter and we just want to go home.
Long days are wearing.. After three of them in a row, the entire crew was punch drunk - bad third grade jokes set off 15 minute long laughing fits, and everyone had that glazed look. I kept remembering that line from Fight Club... "A copy of a copy of a copy".. Conversations seemed tinny and far away, reaction times multiplied as our worn out brains took longer and longer to process information ("Look out, that light's going to fall!" "What?" :crash: "Oh. The light. Whoops.").
A very, very lucky few either found the coveted nap spots in the set or managed to sleep sitting up.
*On Dick Tracy, Warren Beatty was ordered by Disney to do fewer takes (he was doing over 30 takes on every shot) - so what he'd do was this: He'd call take one, then have the actors do the scene over and over and over until the camera's film ran out. That way, he'd get the shot done 30+ times, but would technically only have done 8 takes.
Today, it took us 15 hours (making yesterday our third 14+ hour day in a row) to shoot that 5 1/2 pages.
The director of this episode has been pulling a Warren Beatty*, which hasn't been making him any friends - with crews, at some point the money ceases to matter and we just want to go home.
Long days are wearing.. After three of them in a row, the entire crew was punch drunk - bad third grade jokes set off 15 minute long laughing fits, and everyone had that glazed look. I kept remembering that line from Fight Club... "A copy of a copy of a copy".. Conversations seemed tinny and far away, reaction times multiplied as our worn out brains took longer and longer to process information ("Look out, that light's going to fall!" "What?" :crash: "Oh. The light. Whoops.").
A very, very lucky few either found the coveted nap spots in the set or managed to sleep sitting up.
*On Dick Tracy, Warren Beatty was ordered by Disney to do fewer takes (he was doing over 30 takes on every shot) - so what he'd do was this: He'd call take one, then have the actors do the scene over and over and over until the camera's film ran out. That way, he'd get the shot done 30+ times, but would technically only have done 8 takes.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I'm too tired to post. Here's a photo.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Back at the VA
Grey's was back shooting at the V.A. in Northridge today- we were outside for the first half of the day - which was unfortunate as, by lunchtime, the temperature was about 105 F (40.5 C).
There was an indie movie shooting right next to us (the VA rents out their unused buildings to movies, and today there were three separate productions shooting there), and they were doing motorcycle stunts today - tres cool.
We'd get our lights set up, and then run over to the other set and watch the stunts - they had built a long wooden ramp, and were racing down it and doing flips off the end.
At some time during the day I got a burn on one of my fingers - it's about the size of a pencil eraser, it's blistered up and I have no idea how or when I got it.
It kind of scares me that I got a second degree burn and didn't even feel it.
There was an indie movie shooting right next to us (the VA rents out their unused buildings to movies, and today there were three separate productions shooting there), and they were doing motorcycle stunts today - tres cool.
We'd get our lights set up, and then run over to the other set and watch the stunts - they had built a long wooden ramp, and were racing down it and doing flips off the end.
At some time during the day I got a burn on one of my fingers - it's about the size of a pencil eraser, it's blistered up and I have no idea how or when I got it.
It kind of scares me that I got a second degree burn and didn't even feel it.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Breaking up is(n't) hard to do.
Mr. Movie Star and I officially called it quits today.
I gave up part of my weekend to help with a rig (an 'eight and skate' hardly feels like a day of work at all anymore), and happened to be on the same lot lot as the movie he's doing, so I swung by to see him, since we've not actually been in the same room at the same time in weeks.
As breakups go, this one was pretty painless. I'd seen it coming for a while now.. the phone calls have been petering off, the coversations getting shorter - out of sight, out of mind.
He says he's not dating anyone else, but just feels like neither one of us have the time to be dating anyone.
This is just what happens, and no, I'm not angry at him. I'm kind of bummed - but not angry.
This is par for the course in the film industry, with it's 12+ hour days and routine 6 day weeks.
Those hours ruin a lot of relationships. Crew members who haven't been divorced at least once are rare, and multiple divorces are common - and that's marriages. I sort of feel like trying to date at all is hopeless, due to the entertainment industry catch-22: if you date someone who's not in the film industry (a 'civilian'), they freak out about the hours and dump you, and if you date someone who is in the industry, you split up because you never see each other.
Okay, I lied. I'm sad and pissed off.
The fact is that I really liked Mr. Movie Star, and had hoped that this would last for a long time.. Now I'm back to being afraid of dying alone because my fucking job eats my life.
I gave up part of my weekend to help with a rig (an 'eight and skate' hardly feels like a day of work at all anymore), and happened to be on the same lot lot as the movie he's doing, so I swung by to see him, since we've not actually been in the same room at the same time in weeks.
As breakups go, this one was pretty painless. I'd seen it coming for a while now.. the phone calls have been petering off, the coversations getting shorter - out of sight, out of mind.
He says he's not dating anyone else, but just feels like neither one of us have the time to be dating anyone.
This is just what happens, and no, I'm not angry at him. I'm kind of bummed - but not angry.
This is par for the course in the film industry, with it's 12+ hour days and routine 6 day weeks.
Those hours ruin a lot of relationships. Crew members who haven't been divorced at least once are rare, and multiple divorces are common - and that's marriages. I sort of feel like trying to date at all is hopeless, due to the entertainment industry catch-22: if you date someone who's not in the film industry (a 'civilian'), they freak out about the hours and dump you, and if you date someone who is in the industry, you split up because you never see each other.
Okay, I lied. I'm sad and pissed off.
The fact is that I really liked Mr. Movie Star, and had hoped that this would last for a long time.. Now I'm back to being afraid of dying alone because my fucking job eats my life.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Back at Fox.
Since Grey's didn't need an extra guy today, I was back on Bones for a second unit shoot.
The horror stories about that show have been spreading - All the boys on Grey's want to know who the new gaffer is, who among the crew's going to stay, etc.. One day back I'm happy to say that I'm able to provide the gossip.
In addition to the electric department jumping* to Fast and Furious 3, the sound department has quit, one of the AD's has quit and half the grips have quit.
One of the other AD's came up to me today and furtively asked me if I'd pass his resume over to Grey's.
The dimmer board operator told me that last week they had 3 9-page days in a row**. That's got to have something to do with people leaving. It's busy right now and it's really easy to jump. Were it slow, people would probably be sucking it up - but I don't know for sure. At some point, taking unemployment starts to sound better than months and months of 80+ hour weeks.
Another rumor going around is that the entire crew of House quit (for very similar reasons, I'm sure), but I couldn't find out for sure as we were busy today and I couldn't get away to go and look on their stage.
Today's second unit stuff was the new gaffer's first day (the old gaffer's last day is tomorrow), which was a good thing - second unit's always more mellow, and it gave him a nice quiet day to learn the set and to figure out how long it's going to take for the juicers to move things.***
We still got peeled, though. We only had four people to work that gigantic set. Luckily the new gaffer's very nice and patient - my one complaint is that he doesn't use his walkie, and his voice is the exact same pitch and tone of the general hubbub of a working set, so it's damn near impossible to hear him.
Not my problem, though. I'm back on Grey's Anatomy tomorrow.
* Quitting one show before it ends to go onto another show is called 'jumping'.
**Movies shoot about 3 pages a day, TV shows shoot from 5 to 7 pages a day; a page being about a minute of screen time (with notable exceptions such as the infamous "Atlanta Burns" from Gone with the wind. 1/8th of a page, WAY more than that on the screen). A 9 page day is just sadistic, and more than one day in a row of 9 page days is so far beyond horrible that I don't think a word's been invented to describe it accurately.
***While this sounds trivial, it's really, really important for a gaffer to know that it takes 15 minutes to set up a BFL on the catwalk, or that in order to move a 10K on a rolling stand across the room, we have to have furniture moved - which entails getting the set dressers, who usually hide and have to be tracked down. This way, when he's on first unit - which is WAY more pressure, he'll be less likely to start screaming into the walkie that things are taking way too fucking long.
The horror stories about that show have been spreading - All the boys on Grey's want to know who the new gaffer is, who among the crew's going to stay, etc.. One day back I'm happy to say that I'm able to provide the gossip.
In addition to the electric department jumping* to Fast and Furious 3, the sound department has quit, one of the AD's has quit and half the grips have quit.
One of the other AD's came up to me today and furtively asked me if I'd pass his resume over to Grey's.
The dimmer board operator told me that last week they had 3 9-page days in a row**. That's got to have something to do with people leaving. It's busy right now and it's really easy to jump. Were it slow, people would probably be sucking it up - but I don't know for sure. At some point, taking unemployment starts to sound better than months and months of 80+ hour weeks.
Another rumor going around is that the entire crew of House quit (for very similar reasons, I'm sure), but I couldn't find out for sure as we were busy today and I couldn't get away to go and look on their stage.
Today's second unit stuff was the new gaffer's first day (the old gaffer's last day is tomorrow), which was a good thing - second unit's always more mellow, and it gave him a nice quiet day to learn the set and to figure out how long it's going to take for the juicers to move things.***
We still got peeled, though. We only had four people to work that gigantic set. Luckily the new gaffer's very nice and patient - my one complaint is that he doesn't use his walkie, and his voice is the exact same pitch and tone of the general hubbub of a working set, so it's damn near impossible to hear him.
Not my problem, though. I'm back on Grey's Anatomy tomorrow.
* Quitting one show before it ends to go onto another show is called 'jumping'.
**Movies shoot about 3 pages a day, TV shows shoot from 5 to 7 pages a day; a page being about a minute of screen time (with notable exceptions such as the infamous "Atlanta Burns" from Gone with the wind. 1/8th of a page, WAY more than that on the screen). A 9 page day is just sadistic, and more than one day in a row of 9 page days is so far beyond horrible that I don't think a word's been invented to describe it accurately.
***While this sounds trivial, it's really, really important for a gaffer to know that it takes 15 minutes to set up a BFL on the catwalk, or that in order to move a 10K on a rolling stand across the room, we have to have furniture moved - which entails getting the set dressers, who usually hide and have to be tracked down. This way, when he's on first unit - which is WAY more pressure, he'll be less likely to start screaming into the walkie that things are taking way too fucking long.
Someone I don't miss at all.
Prospect Studios must have had too many complaints about "The Evil Guard".
Back in the days of The Shield (several seasons ago), which shot at Prospect, this one particular entry-gate guard was always nasty, sour, angry, and seemed to look for ways to delay people at the gate. I remember having to get to the lot at least 20 minutes early every day because of this woman. One day, when I forgot my I.D. card at home, she kept me at the gate for over 30 minutes while she tried to "find a call in pass because how do I know you really work on this lot" (this after seeing my face every day for weeks), while shooting me dirty looks and every once in a while muttering something derogatory about people who forgot their cards and messed up her day. Then, as I finally drove past (muttering something about being late to work), snarled "That's what you get!" at me.
If she's still at Prospect, she's not working the east gate anymore.
The entry-gate guards these days are sugary sweet to the point that I'm afraid I'm going to fall into a sugar coma just by talking to them.
I don't have a Prospect Studios I.D. anymore (it's long since expired, and it's not for Grey's Anatomy, so it wouldn't do me any good even if it were still current), so the younger guard (it's always the same two) comes out to the car and says "Good Morning", then takes my drivers license with a heartfelt "Thank you"; while the older guard - who stays in the shack and smiles - prints out my vehicle pass and personal pass.
The happy younger guard then hands me my personal pass and drivers license, sticks the vehicle pass to the inside of my windshield, and warbles a "Have a great day, ma'am!" as the gate lifts and I drive into the parking lot.
It's certainly a nice change.
I don't miss her at all.
Back in the days of The Shield (several seasons ago), which shot at Prospect, this one particular entry-gate guard was always nasty, sour, angry, and seemed to look for ways to delay people at the gate. I remember having to get to the lot at least 20 minutes early every day because of this woman. One day, when I forgot my I.D. card at home, she kept me at the gate for over 30 minutes while she tried to "find a call in pass because how do I know you really work on this lot" (this after seeing my face every day for weeks), while shooting me dirty looks and every once in a while muttering something derogatory about people who forgot their cards and messed up her day. Then, as I finally drove past (muttering something about being late to work), snarled "That's what you get!" at me.
If she's still at Prospect, she's not working the east gate anymore.
The entry-gate guards these days are sugary sweet to the point that I'm afraid I'm going to fall into a sugar coma just by talking to them.
I don't have a Prospect Studios I.D. anymore (it's long since expired, and it's not for Grey's Anatomy, so it wouldn't do me any good even if it were still current), so the younger guard (it's always the same two) comes out to the car and says "Good Morning", then takes my drivers license with a heartfelt "Thank you"; while the older guard - who stays in the shack and smiles - prints out my vehicle pass and personal pass.
The happy younger guard then hands me my personal pass and drivers license, sticks the vehicle pass to the inside of my windshield, and warbles a "Have a great day, ma'am!" as the gate lifts and I drive into the parking lot.
It's certainly a nice change.
I don't miss her at all.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Tuesday at the VA
The real gaffer was back today - he's been out on 'personal business'.
One of the other juicers who was also out on 'personal business' who's back today is an old friend from a TV show called "The Division" that we both worked on years ago. He's a scream, and I was glad to see him again - plus I got tons of good gossip on the old gang.
We were shooting at the V.A. hospital in Northridge - it's pretty new since that whole area got flattened by the earthquake in '94. We were shooting in the atrium, so the sun shone down through the three story glass windows and heated up the set like a microwave (well, it is Northridge, and it is August).
This show's craft service guy puts out the same type of snack tray every day - it's crackers, cheese (which I can't eat), deli meats, dips, and - my personal weakness - hearts of palm. I LOVE hearts of palm and it takes every ounce of self-discipline I have to only take a couple of them. I really want to eat them all, and the damned deli tray only has about six of them (a light snack for me. I've been known to eat two cans of the damn things in one sitting), so taking three is massively uncool. One of the other juicers likes them too, so maybe I'll just bring my own tomorrow so we can both pig out.
Who am I kidding - I'd eat the whole can in front of him and giggle.
Call time: 8:42 (?) am
Wrap time: 11:45 pm
One of the other juicers who was also out on 'personal business' who's back today is an old friend from a TV show called "The Division" that we both worked on years ago. He's a scream, and I was glad to see him again - plus I got tons of good gossip on the old gang.
We were shooting at the V.A. hospital in Northridge - it's pretty new since that whole area got flattened by the earthquake in '94. We were shooting in the atrium, so the sun shone down through the three story glass windows and heated up the set like a microwave (well, it is Northridge, and it is August).
This show's craft service guy puts out the same type of snack tray every day - it's crackers, cheese (which I can't eat), deli meats, dips, and - my personal weakness - hearts of palm. I LOVE hearts of palm and it takes every ounce of self-discipline I have to only take a couple of them. I really want to eat them all, and the damned deli tray only has about six of them (a light snack for me. I've been known to eat two cans of the damn things in one sitting), so taking three is massively uncool. One of the other juicers likes them too, so maybe I'll just bring my own tomorrow so we can both pig out.
Who am I kidding - I'd eat the whole can in front of him and giggle.
Call time: 8:42 (?) am
Wrap time: 11:45 pm
Monday, August 22, 2005
Watch out for the bee in my bonnet.
Although I do try to keep the politics out of the blog, this one I can't let go.
http://money.cnn.com/2005/08/22/news/economy/northwest_implications/
As a union member, let me just say that power wise, strikes are all we have - the point of joining a union is that you have the power of the masses behind you, and the group speaks louder than an individual.
United we stand, divided we get it in the ass with no lube.
What's happened to us? Union members didn't used to be afraid. We stood together - even when some of us got killed, because we knew that we had to.
Yeah, yeah, I know...corruption, organized crime, etc...
I still truly, deeply, with all my heart and soul believe in the labor movement.
If you cross a picket line, or accept contract work from a company who's being picketed by a union - I hope you get a full-body skin rash that itches like hell and doesn't respond to any medical treatment.
http://money.cnn.com/2005/08/22/news/economy/northwest_implications/
As a union member, let me just say that power wise, strikes are all we have - the point of joining a union is that you have the power of the masses behind you, and the group speaks louder than an individual.
United we stand, divided we get it in the ass with no lube.
What's happened to us? Union members didn't used to be afraid. We stood together - even when some of us got killed, because we knew that we had to.
Yeah, yeah, I know...corruption, organized crime, etc...
I still truly, deeply, with all my heart and soul believe in the labor movement.
If you cross a picket line, or accept contract work from a company who's being picketed by a union - I hope you get a full-body skin rash that itches like hell and doesn't respond to any medical treatment.
No, I'm not crazy. I'm laughing at a conversation you can't hear.
Today, just after lunch, I almost spewed an entire cup of coffee all over one of the medical consultants, who couldn't figure out why I was laughing like a maniac at nothing, but was, in fact, the following conversation - misunderstanding courtesy of the headsets we all wear:
Juicer #1: "Just so everyone knows, there are a bunch of FEV's* in the set cart's top drawer if you want them."
Gaffer: "What if I want something different and exciting?"
Juicer #1: "Well, if you're looking for a good time, call [gives the production office phone number]"
Gaffer: "Don't you ever give out my mother's number over the walkie again."
Juicer #2: "That was your mother? [pause] Damn."
*FEV's are a type of globe for a light. We blew one, didn't have any in the set cart and had to run to the truck while the entire company sat and waited on us. Very bad.
Juicer #1: "Just so everyone knows, there are a bunch of FEV's* in the set cart's top drawer if you want them."
Gaffer: "What if I want something different and exciting?"
Juicer #1: "Well, if you're looking for a good time, call [gives the production office phone number]"
Gaffer: "Don't you ever give out my mother's number over the walkie again."
Juicer #2: "That was your mother? [pause] Damn."
*FEV's are a type of globe for a light. We blew one, didn't have any in the set cart and had to run to the truck while the entire company sat and waited on us. Very bad.
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