WTD day5

Last night was a night shoot, which meant that I could finally sleep in before our 2pm calltime. However, I totally screwed up, thinking that I had more time than I actually had (or really was just in denial due to all the free time) and was nearly late 3 times.

At first I was playing Tomb Raider: Legends and finally got to the coolest boss of the game so far. With 15 minutes to noon, I knew I should quit and come back, but something inside of me drove me on to fight and figure out his formula. At noon I glanced at the clock, eyes widened with fright, threw down the controller and ran out the door, cursing. I AM NEVER LATE. In fact, I'm always so paranoid about being on time that I'm always at least 1/2 an hour early. This would be the first time ever - and I couldn't have that.

I ran to the subway station. No trains were there, which was odd for Ditmars, because it's at the end of the line and at least one train is usually sitting there, letting on customers and chilling out. 10 minutes later one came, but here's where some bad karma began. After a couple stops, all the lights went out on my car. Most of the passengers were cool with it, but some left to the adjacent R trains at Lexington. I stayed. At 57th, the conductor must've figured it out because our train didn't leave the station. Other trains came and went - again, I stayed, hoping that this decision wouldn't screw me. After about 15 minutes, we all had to evacuate our car for other ones on the N, and were finally off - slowly.

After exiting at Penn Station, I RAN. Dan Glockner called to say that he was going to be a minute late - I laughed and said that I was probably further away than he was. With just moments to spare I hightailed it to 30th St and arrived - exactly at 1pm. Phew!

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30 minutes later our caravan of trucks was stuck in gridlock on the NJTP toll plaza. Such is life. Such is irony.

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Past all that it was a great night. People in small towns are much more appreciative and receptive to film crews and big stars like Lucy and Cillian. During our night hours in the small town of Scotch Plains, we holed up in the Public Library (a huge, air-conditioned, tables+chairs ready, bitchin place) and were treated with respect and admiration by the crowds of curious onlookers that showed up all night to check us out. We pulled a double-day, which is great for the underpaid, and at the end of the night everybody was sleep-drunk and singing songs / telling jokes over walkie. I love working in film.=

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