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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
The strange effects of shooting nights

...you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale, you start eating dinner at two, lunch around ten, breakfast the night before.
Mitch Robbins - City Slickers
I'm just wondering. Does working on a night shoot basic training for old age diet habits?

Let us examine. Getting onto set last night at 6pm, and breaking for "breakfast", at about 8pm. Now it's called breakfast because it's the first meal served in the work day. Yes, film shoots serve breakfast to get the crews in early. Anyhow, my breakfast consisted of beef teryaki and salad, with rice on the side. And it was great. But I've never had beef teryaki for breakfast. Beer, the breakfast of champions, yes, but never a dinner (or supper or tea, depending where in the world you live in) for breakfast. Even if breakfast is served at 8pm.

Worked all night. Essentially the crew was trying to squeeze in as many night shots as humanly possible before daylight broke. And in British Columbia, daylight breaks awful quickly. So, around 5am, lunch is served. Eggs and bacon, breafast burritos, or my favorite breakfast lunch, pancakes and maple syrup.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Maple syrup.

Followed by a beer before a lovely 2 hour drive home through morning traffic to Burnaby. D'oh!

But this mess up in my physiology, aside from the financial gain of working on set (and the experience), has one very happy benefit. Lets call him it Zane. Our call time was 6pm. He showed up at crew park, about 1/2 a click away. But, unlike the rest of us lighting techs, he decided to call IATSE to make himself available for the next day (as the location was remote and as such cell service was dodgy at best).

FOR 1.5 HOURS

Upon his obvious and very late arrival on set, the Gaffer dug into him as to why he was late, and after a bizzare exchenge, he told the Gaffer to go fuck himself. The Gaffer emplored him not to swear, and Zane's obscenities worsened, at which point, Zane was fired, after driving out 2 hours to set, heard clearly by all crew present.

The tirade continued, as Zane called a chunk of electrics "fucking idiots", and we all laughed at him and continued on.

Comment of the evening?
Zane, why don't you go find a job where you can tell your boss to go fuck himself all the time and they don't mind.
Maybe his fall through a set ceiling caused a whack of brain damage. Well more brain damage.
neolithic pondered at 15:19
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