It is shortly after one o'clock in the A.M. on Monday the eighth. I am alone in a hotel room far from my home. I am thirty years old now. I guess now would be the time that I should be taking stock of my life and planning the second stage of it or just freaking out. In actuallity niether has come to pass. I am just starting a job that will last a month, the longest job I have had in this industry to date. Prior to starting the job I would mentally switch between being excited and being less than happy. There were various reasons for this, none that are too important. Now after the second day is behind us I can safely say that I still don't have an answer to how i feel. Some of that is due in part to the fact that I am having a harder time than ever before getting "into" the Cinematagrapher or DP. I just dont "get" this guy and he is fairly hard to work with. I know that is a little vague but without spending a few hours going over it that is all I can say. But I can't help but think that the fact that I just turned thirty might have something to do with the indeference that I am feeling. I did not want to put too much into the fact that I was going to be old. In mind I don't feel old. But body is a different thing all together and I am feeling my age in ways that I never thought I could.
Well I guess I will stop with the self indulgence for a bit and tell you about today. The amount of work was not all that bad. I have worked many many days that were physically harder than this one but that doesnt mean that today was a cake walk by any means. I was told that today was one of if not "the" hardest day. We were outside almost all day. As with any day where I work outside I got sunburned. Nothing out of the ordinary if you know me at all. I was told to look forward to a day where I have to haul the camera dolly up six flights of stairs. Lets hope they were pulling my leg. On that note there was only one dolly shot today, the first of the show, an easy one at that. The crew seems to be getting together quite well. I don't know anyone's name. I have to try to stay up late and sleep in tomorrow as we have a nine o'clock call time tomorrow night. We are going to shoot all night for the next three nights. I don't really care for night shoots. There is a time around three thirty or four when you start to lose it. Your only friend is a six ounce can of Mountain Dew.
When I think about it I have a hard time believeing that I will be able to do this for a month straight. I try not to think about it.