For any of you envying my glamorous life in the film biz, here's the office we opened up yesterday. No phones yet. Waiting for furniture. I also have a distinct lack of door, much less one that can be locked so I can leave anything valuable overnight. There's WiFi and a coffee machine. Yay!
And yeah, I've got a fair amount of space, but by next week this room will be housing me, my Asst. Location Manager, 2 scouts and 2 P.A.'s.
It's home for a while, but once we start shooting, I may see it again twice before I wrap the show.
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No lock. Coffee and Wifi?
Better post a guard, or tomorrow the place will be chock full of geek squatters.
I mean, seriously, Nathan, what the hell are you thinking?
It's like you're just asking for it
Better post a guard, or tomorrow the place will be chock full of geek squatters.
Amen brother!
They're liable to be mistaken for PAs. Which is something they may quickly learn to regret. It was certainly one of the worst jobs I've ever had, tho' I did get to watch a head explode.*
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*Actually it was a bag of fake blood perched on an air mortar, but it was still kinda cool.
Jim, there are some offices that have doors...just not my little pod.
Eric, remind me what movie that was again.
Sent as an e-mail; that whole public/private thing. Sure, I'm yellow, whatever--it's a perfectly good color.
It's a very white office. I'm sure that you and your fellow hard-working folks will soon remedy that, with various things tacked to and splattered on the walls.
And wi-fi! Make sure and stock up on a liberal supply of wi-fi cleaner. For the non-technical types.
Very soon I expect to have pictures of chosen locations lining the walls...as soon as we choose some.
33 days 'til the first day of Principal Photography. And I really need all of the locations locked down about a week and a half before that for Tech Scouts, and Permit meetings.
Damn! This things just around the corner.
Good gravy, man, that sounds almost like a real job. I thought we agreed that we wouldn't do that?
I think what we agreed was that I was going to lie to every location, pay them $32.65 and throw their delicate antiques out of the 10th floor window.
And who the hell are you to talk out there in Alaska with your youthful, cushy retirement. You may have done all kinds of hairy shit behind lines you probably weren't supposed to be anywhere near, but I've stood between 500 15-year-old kids and Eddie Murphy...ya'know, back when he was a big hit.
BTW, the Producer on my job turns out to have been a Marine in Force Recon. He was one of the first 2000 marines into Vietnam. He has some very interesting stories. One was about scouting locations by himself in Bedford-Stuyvesant in the late 70's (a decidedly dangerous time in a neighborhood that's still pretty sketchy). He had three guys approach him, act tough and try to rob him. He very quietly explained his background and that they had two choices...dead or gone. He further explained that his training did not include hurting anyone...only evading discovery or killing the witnesses. They left him alone.
"He further explained that his training did not include hurting anyone...only evading discovery or killing the witnesses. "
I usually include the phrase, "No need to thank me, your tax dollars at work," when I have to do something like that. Only because I'm a smart-ass.
Hey, Nathan, you've got walls. I'd kill for walls. And WiFi, that's almost heaven (okay, I do have a gigabit ethernet to play on).
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