I’m on a job I absolutely love. Even though it’s television it runs pretty smoothly and I feel like I am adding great value to the product through my work. The stuff we have shot so far looks good. Better than it needs to be.
And I might get fired tomorrow.
Two incidents happened today where things fell through the cracks, and people made decisions without consulting me on the repercussions. In both cases they made the wrong decision. I could have helped them make the right one but they made incorrect, self-serving assumptions. The thing is, they are both higher up the command chart than me and if they choose self-preservation they will burn me to save themselves. That’s the way it goes.
As I said: fuck me.
Harper demanded caviar with dinner tonight. As in, full-on screaming, kicking, flailing and wailing until we served her some caviar. The second it was in front of her she smiled like an angel and began popping it into her mouth.