Thirteen Hours

I know I should blog... But I'm so tired! But I will. I'm working on a feature -- unpaid, but I'm a grip. It's FUN. The material is slightly lacking, I must admit, but I still actually want to see the movie. Regardless, the crew (AND CAST, fer once) are the most fun I've worked with. Actually, I've worked with a lot of them before. But it's funner than ever! I drive home with a sore face from laughing so much. Oh, and we do some work and shit too. I've been on dolly because the DP thinks I'm good at it, which is pretty sweet. (Someone else was doing it first, then they had me try it, and now they only let me! If I'm working on something else, it's all like, hey, where's Kristina, someone else do that, she has to come dolly grip!) The tough one was no track (and the wheels are always slightly wobbly even when locked, so you have no choice but to steer), fast backward move into a space with only about a foot on each side of us without hitting something (a car and a pillar), with a retarded PA wrangling my cables (so I had to avoid tripping over them -- the cables AND the retarded PA). And it may not have been my BEST work, but it WORKED! The rest has been good. I love it.

As much as I'd love to do this forever... I really need some paying work. Stat.

But I'm having a fucking good time, and I'm not doubting my decision to quit the doorknob job for a second. That place sucked. PAST TENSE NOW, thank you very much.

Oh, I tried to get OSHA to investigate them, and they said they would certainly do an inspection based on what I told them -- IF I was a current employee. Fucking government, the fact that I was surprised by that just goes to show what a dumbass I am... I told them repeatedly that I could not report the place when I worked there as I WOULD have been fired, much like the girl who was fired after filing a sexual harrassment complaint. Fucking shit. I give up. They're going to Send A Letter, though. Super awesome! That'll teach those mofos to poison their employees!

Oh well. Bygones. I do miss some of my coworkers, but really, I mean, not that I don't miss THEM, but I don't miss working with them if it means doing that instead of this. And I'll see them. So I guess I don't miss actually working with them. At least not as much as I thought. I will stay in touch.

Damn, I'm fuckin' pooped.