*maniacal laughing*
Stick a fork in me kids, because we are wrapped.*
Of course there were 5 bottles of champagne in the trailer by 10am, but we didn’t start drinking it until about midnight.
Official wrap time 12.30am (or 24.5 on your timecards) After all the goodbyes, the drinking, and the small wrapdown of the trailer (I’m wrapping that out today) I got my ass outta there about 1.30am. Soaking wet, I might add, as winter has decided to make a late appearance here in Los Angeles.
Of course the last day would not be complete if I didn’t get in a fight with someone.
My boss decided to throw me under a bus last night and told a producer on the phone that I wasn’t going to add my actor’s wigs to the inventory list . That pissy little ass clown called the producer and ratted me out while I was standing right there. Since it was the last day and I didn’t give a fuck if they fired me I went ballistic on my boss. While there were other people in the trailer, including actors (normally I save the drama for a less public time. Seriously, who needs to hear that kind of shit in a 40 x 8 ft trailer?)
Anyway there was a lot of yelling on both our parts with the liberal use of the words fucking, jackass, and bullshit thrown in at volume. It felt good. And then we made up about an hour later. Which was also good, because I didn’t really want to end the show like that.
But I would have.
So I am done. Onto sleeping, waxing, gambling, sleeping, and playing with the boy before he goes off to work in a week or so. Sigh. It’s always like that. Just when I think we’re going to have some downtime together, one of us gets a damn job.
*”wrap”- meaning the show is done for the day, or season, or forever. I can’t remember if I have ever actually heard an AD say “That’s a wrap” like you hear people say it on TV. The Ad’s and PA’s call “WRAP!” when we are done. The AD called wrap last night and then show wrapped our actors one by one, which was nice as we got to clap and cheer for each one.
I just added “fuck” to my blogger dictionary. How is it possible that fuck is not already in there?
You know, all else aside, it still sounds pretty damned glamorous.
Certainly more glamorous than dismembering chickens, which is what I am doing right now.
P.S. - Hooray!
Dismembering chickens sounds way more glamorous than my job, which consists of pretending to do housework and hiding from the kids.
If your masseuse is cute pinch his ass once for me.
I love ya Margie.
I bet you said it at least once to him.
FYI, your last post said that you added ‘fuck’ to your blogger dictionary, too.