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Poised,
Friday, August 7, 1998: Production Day 15
The end of the week, once again. Quite a relief. Today was not too bad on set, I managed to funnel my dog-walking detail directly into my lunch spot (it seems Squerpy has taken a real liking to me- a kinship not unnoticed by his fair Master- so I think I have firmly cemented my new role. My other duties, understandably, are being reassigned and doled out to other PA's and interns as schedule necessitates, so that the loveable pooch does not lose his sheen and spunk, which would be devastating to this entire production, as I occasionally remind the 2nd AD), giving me a solid 2 1/2 hours of relaxing work time. I knew my intellect and tenacity would eventually allow a more appropriate application of my employable hours- but with the racket I have going, am beginning to sense certain disapproval among my peers. Player haters. I couldn't care less about the jealous desires of the 2nd AD, but I don't want to provoke the contempt of my associates. We are brothers, of course, united in common cause. I must figure a way to pacify them, lest they orchestrate a "disaster" of some sort that might include getting hit by a falling sand bag or light-rigging. You can't be too careful. My best PA friend, Jerry, a bright-eyed lad from some corn-fed corner of this country will probably serve as my best liaison/henchman. They seem to trust him just fine, and he certainly doesn't shy away from hard work. Given the time, I may find myself operating as a true Kingpin of the PA underground, calling the "real" shots, as it were. Next, of course, must come the oft-celebrated gold chains, fancy cars, girls, cocaine parties and mansions in the hills common to the high-rollers of tinseltown. My ascendancy to the royal circle of Hollywood has now been reconfigured into a two-pronged attack: On one prong, my ever strengthening grip on the minds and mechanisms of low-level production work, on the other, my debut screenplay which is sure to win various accolades and international festival prizes. This weekend, I shall once again forego the spoils of paycheck and decadence of vacation, and concentrate on my writing. Million dollar idea: coffee that doesn't make you almost shit yourself when you drink it.
