For the next five weeks, I’ll be living in work bliss. Normal 9a to 6/7p hours and lots of downtime during the day. We’ve shipped 40 of our crew members to LA for the month-long Santa Barbara shoot and have our left coast counterparts taking over the reins while we hold down the production office (attempt to recover) in Brooklyn. Though I’ll miss crossing paths with the likes of this smiley face, stealing Fritos from her, impromptu banjo jams courtesy of this guy or discussing the merits of window vs. aisle seats with him, they’ll all be back in five weeks’ time, sans Steve.
With my new free time at work, I’ve been visiting some whales, reading somereally god-awful blogs, obsessively checking this and this, and really not doing any of this or even this. But, after 4 1/2 months of 12-14hr days (almost halfway there!), doesn’t everyone deserve one week of this?