AD Adventures

Nothing closes out a twelve hour night better than commuting home fueled solely by Red Bull, struggling through the dearth of parking, only to open up your email and see that your carefully planned schedule that you just emailed out to EVERYONE an hour ago has been dismantled by someone who did see the call sheet before it was distributed and you have to get it resent out right before you crash.

My brain hurts from the literal hours I spent discussing and mentally manhandling our schedule for the next three days. Three days.

For the most part, though, I really like assistant directing.