Favourite Thing About Working in Production

Favourite Thing About Working in Production - #3

(first, a disclaimer: I am not currently working in production... but I still have favourite things about it)

LEARNING A NEW SKILL

One day last year, the Producer came to me before a readthrough and asked if I would fill in for the Script Supervisor for a Second Unit shoot (ed. note: The crew that films the main actors/story is known as Main Unit. If footage is needed that doesn't require the main actors and there isn't enough time on the schedule for Main Unit to pull it off, it is filmed by the Second Unit). Thing is: although my position is Script "Coordinator", that has absolutely nothing in common with what the Script "Supervisor" does. Or vice versa.

Wanting to be known as a team player, I replied (very slowly) "ohhh...kay" -- and ran down to the Script Supervisor to ask her how the heck she does her job. The above were my notes over the course of the 15 minutes she had time to give me. I'm not even sure what they mean, and I was there when I wrote them.

So I'm sure you're not surprised to hear how very R-E-L-I-E-V-E-D I was that they found someone else. Phew.

Phew, right up until this year... when TWICE I was asked to fill in for the Script Supervisor. (be very careful about wanting to be known as a team player -- people may take you up on it) And... twice I did.

Production Fave #3: Being In Over Your Head and Living To Blog About It

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A Picture Puzzler

A friend sent me another picture from the wrap party. As I looked at it, and recalled the good times, I was struck by something really unusual. See if you can spot it: I'll give you all some time to guess...

And they called me mad when I bought the bunker in the woods!

I had heard that one way of thwarting telemarketers was to make them think the number they have dialed is in fact a fax machine. I've tried different tones on my cordless phone, all to no avail. Then I had an epiphany: When I turned sixteen, my sister bought me a new-fangled telephone. It had push buttons, but it was still just a rotary phone - when you pressed each button to dial, you still heard the rotary "tat-a-tat-tat-tat" with every number. I had held onto this phone ever since. It's cute. It works. There was no reason to get rid of it. I was willing to bet that, in this day and age of advanced technology rendering yesterday's device obsolete on a daily basis, a telemarketer - who is likely going to be decades younger than my phone - would be unable to even identify a rotary phone by sight much less by sound. And voila! Answering the phone with my rotary phone, and constantly pressing the buttons, the telemarketer kept repeating "Hello?

Batten down the hatches -- we're in it for the long haul!

Given that the weather reports for Edmonton this weekend are grim grim grim (lows of minus 33, highs of minus 25 -- with wind chills of around minus 35 to 40), I woke up early this morning to get all errands for the weekend out of the way in one fell swoop. I barely needed a coat this morning as I headed out to my car to embark on my mission. With each passing hour, the thermometer dipped a degree or twelve. By time I was done driving around (and paused to catch a movie at the neighbourhood googolplex), it was chill-lay outside. I am now snuggly boarded up in my apartment, with no plans to so much as peek my nose out my window until Tuesday (when the temps shall return to a balmy minus 15). Groceries? Check. Toiletries? Check. Magazines to curl up with? Check. Christmas Presents? Check. Lessee, I got my father what he's been asking for since I was old enough for him to give me his Christmas wish list: And I think my mother will enjoy her bungalow by the stream: For my sister and he

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