One of the worst parts about working in production is that it instantly turns you into a flake.
“Do you want to hang out Sunday night?”
“Um…actually we got a call on Friday night and we are shooting on Sunday. Sorry.”
(Click)
That conversation didn’t really happen. But it could have. Because I was working on this past Sunday. The unpredictability of it all can be a bit frustrating.
What? What’s that you say? I was already a flake?
Hey. Who gave you the address to this blog anyway? Can I see some id?
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lol, see, I just don’t have any excuse. People ask, and I say no. Oh wait, I do have one. My car sucks! :) will see you in a few weeks, mister! :) maybe. I will call you.
i like frosted flakes