I woke up this morning, rolled over, and saw 6:40 a.m. flash back at me on the night stand. 6:40 a.m.! Main unit call was at 7:00 a.m.! I remember consulting the call sheet on my way out last night!
I jumped out of bed, my brain in a fog, and, as I scrambled to get dressed, I planned my timeline. 5 minutes to dress. 5 minutes in the bathroom. 5 minutes to take Jelly out. 5 minutes to get to my car and then a 15 minute drive to set. I could make it for maybe 7:30 a.m. I’d miss the blocking but probably be there for the first shot.
I considered texting consulting producer Ivon Bartok to let him know I’d be late. After all, he was probably already there.
And then it hit me. Of course he wasn’t there. And neither were the rest of the cast and crew. It was Saturday morning!
I crawled back into bed and slept until 10:30.
The first thing I did upon waking up was to head downstairs and check on the kitchen sink. Sadly, the drain cleaner had had no overnight effect. The sink was still clogged (this the result of Akemi’s polenta mishap the previous night). I poked my head under the sink and tried to disengage the coupling nut so I could dislodge the blockage manually – but the damn thing was painted shut. Undeterred, I elected to go with a tried and true method. I untangled a wire coat hanger, straightened it out, and shoved it down the drain. I felt it contact the pipe and then, when I gave it a little thrust, watched it pass right through the bottom of the trap like it was made of cardboard.
Fine. Now I not only had a blocked sink, but a punctured pipe. I called the plumbing service recommended to me by the concierge and, after taking down my information, they informed me that someone would get back to me. To be fair, they didn’t say “Get back to you, shortly” or “Get back to you, today”. I assumed that was implied but, evidently, I got that wrong.
And how was your Saturday?