TWO AND A HALF MEN #2
I'm once again quite surprised how long it's been since I've worked this show. I suppose it doesn't matter though because as I like to say, work is work.
There were a lot of us who checked-in. Apparently, it's normal. They like to have a large pool of people to choose from and had about double the number of people to put into the bar. The depressing thing about it is that they were purely picking people out based on how they looked, not what they were wearing. We did rehearsal before even going to wardrobe, so it was all about whether we fit into this fake Malibu bar. Of course, there was no room for me, and I knew it. This is exactly what happened the last time I was booked on this show. But as I like to say, work is work.
So I spent the time in holding, hanging out and relaxing. I even got to go to a health fair that was near the commissary. I picked up some cool stuff and then went back to holding. I also had a long conversation with a chick who went to Sarah Lawrence. I think I judged her wrong though because she wasn't really interested in staying in touch with me and even gave me a bullshit number to call.
When I got home, I had dinner with moms then headed to Jansen's to help him install and pick-up the old tv that was in Son's room. Son is Tam's cousin and he's got a nice house in a gated community somewhere in Irvine. I didn't know we were installing, I thought we were just picking-up.
The first step was trying to get a huge armoire down, but it looked like it was built-in the room, so instead, we decided to just destroy it. It was kind of fun taking it apart with a hammer, but once we started sweating bricks, we realized this was some work.
Son and his boy came home later while we were chillin' in the back. The last thing left to do was mount the new television, but we didn't have the proper tools to put it on the wall. We needed a drill and drill bit and a torque wrench. The drill and drill bit we got from Son who had a friend that he picked it up with. But the drill bit was too big, practically bigger than the screw that was going into the wall.
Instead, we just did it ghetto style. Jansen punched a hole into the wall with a screwdriver, then started screwing the long screw in. He was successful, but I was not. My screw started turning and it just broke-off. Now I realize the pilot hole isn't just for the screw to get in, it also helps create a slightly larger hole so that the screw doesn't have to work too hard to go in.
We never finished, leaving the job half-way done with busted screws in the wall. I felt bad, but what were we supposed to do with crap tools? Jansen told Son he might come back later, but Son said he might get another friend to do the job.
(written 9/25/11)
There were a lot of us who checked-in. Apparently, it's normal. They like to have a large pool of people to choose from and had about double the number of people to put into the bar. The depressing thing about it is that they were purely picking people out based on how they looked, not what they were wearing. We did rehearsal before even going to wardrobe, so it was all about whether we fit into this fake Malibu bar. Of course, there was no room for me, and I knew it. This is exactly what happened the last time I was booked on this show. But as I like to say, work is work.
So I spent the time in holding, hanging out and relaxing. I even got to go to a health fair that was near the commissary. I picked up some cool stuff and then went back to holding. I also had a long conversation with a chick who went to Sarah Lawrence. I think I judged her wrong though because she wasn't really interested in staying in touch with me and even gave me a bullshit number to call.
When I got home, I had dinner with moms then headed to Jansen's to help him install and pick-up the old tv that was in Son's room. Son is Tam's cousin and he's got a nice house in a gated community somewhere in Irvine. I didn't know we were installing, I thought we were just picking-up.
The first step was trying to get a huge armoire down, but it looked like it was built-in the room, so instead, we decided to just destroy it. It was kind of fun taking it apart with a hammer, but once we started sweating bricks, we realized this was some work.
Son and his boy came home later while we were chillin' in the back. The last thing left to do was mount the new television, but we didn't have the proper tools to put it on the wall. We needed a drill and drill bit and a torque wrench. The drill and drill bit we got from Son who had a friend that he picked it up with. But the drill bit was too big, practically bigger than the screw that was going into the wall.
Instead, we just did it ghetto style. Jansen punched a hole into the wall with a screwdriver, then started screwing the long screw in. He was successful, but I was not. My screw started turning and it just broke-off. Now I realize the pilot hole isn't just for the screw to get in, it also helps create a slightly larger hole so that the screw doesn't have to work too hard to go in.
We never finished, leaving the job half-way done with busted screws in the wall. I felt bad, but what were we supposed to do with crap tools? Jansen told Son he might come back later, but Son said he might get another friend to do the job.
(written 9/25/11)
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