ELEVENTH HOUR
It was pretty tough finding anything out about this production on IMDB. Apparently, it's some kind of show where scientists are trying to save people from some deadly deal.
I was booked as atmo with car. It turns out that when you're booked that way, you're going to be doing some serious driving. I was driving and driving and reversing when the scene had to be shot again. I did not like it and I felt worse when I discovered there are "precision" drivers who are paid even more but are basically doing the same thing I was.
I spent the day with Frank who was a SAG guy who bitched about doing the same thing the precision drivers were but getting paid less. I told him he should feel fortunate given that he was SAG and was getting paid even more than I was. He looked like a slick guy, but I later found out that he was once a substitute teacher so I was able to bond with him a little.
Most subs are people who don't know what to do with their lives except that they want to make a difference (or just simply lazy and want to kind of make a difference). I probably fall into both categories sadly. Anyway, Frank decided he wanted to become an actor after struggling with his father's wishes.
Interestingly, it probably took his mother's death for him to realize that he needed to pursue what he wanted in life, even if others disapprove. In this sense, I knew what Frank was talking about because my father's death helped me to realize the same thing. Life is short and you have to take advantage of what it gives you, bad or good.
Anyway, Frank and I were sick of driving the cars around so we kind of encouraged each other to play hooky. He showed me a production store that sold all this carpentry stuff, but it also had a much larger selection of dvds for sale. So I showed him the museum and he was shocked that he'd never been there. He was as psyched about it as much as when Vanessa showed me the same thing. That's pretty much when I knew that Frank was the same kind of guy I was - a romantic, lost soul with a good heart.
We spent the day hiding in various lots, walking around the cafeteria and sneaking into holding areas. We werent' missed at all and even got a gas bump for all our "driving" during the day. I felt guilty, but our excuse was that we screwed up initially and got separated from the other drivers on the show.
It was pretty tough finding anything out about this production on IMDB. Apparently, it's some kind of show where scientists are trying to save people from some deadly deal.
I was booked as atmo with car. It turns out that when you're booked that way, you're going to be doing some serious driving. I was driving and driving and reversing when the scene had to be shot again. I did not like it and I felt worse when I discovered there are "precision" drivers who are paid even more but are basically doing the same thing I was.
I spent the day with Frank who was a SAG guy who bitched about doing the same thing the precision drivers were but getting paid less. I told him he should feel fortunate given that he was SAG and was getting paid even more than I was. He looked like a slick guy, but I later found out that he was once a substitute teacher so I was able to bond with him a little.
Most subs are people who don't know what to do with their lives except that they want to make a difference (or just simply lazy and want to kind of make a difference). I probably fall into both categories sadly. Anyway, Frank decided he wanted to become an actor after struggling with his father's wishes.
Interestingly, it probably took his mother's death for him to realize that he needed to pursue what he wanted in life, even if others disapprove. In this sense, I knew what Frank was talking about because my father's death helped me to realize the same thing. Life is short and you have to take advantage of what it gives you, bad or good.
Anyway, Frank and I were sick of driving the cars around so we kind of encouraged each other to play hooky. He showed me a production store that sold all this carpentry stuff, but it also had a much larger selection of dvds for sale. So I showed him the museum and he was shocked that he'd never been there. He was as psyched about it as much as when Vanessa showed me the same thing. That's pretty much when I knew that Frank was the same kind of guy I was - a romantic, lost soul with a good heart.
We spent the day hiding in various lots, walking around the cafeteria and sneaking into holding areas. We werent' missed at all and even got a gas bump for all our "driving" during the day. I felt guilty, but our excuse was that we screwed up initially and got separated from the other drivers on the show.
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