It’s snowing! Well, if we can call this Satan’s-dandruff-falling-from-the-sky snow, then yes…it’s snowing.
If I didn’t have anywhere to go today, I’d be more than happy to sit inside, have a second cup of coffee and see how much snow can build up on the powerline outside the window before it falls off. But I do have somewhere to go. I received a phone call at 10:30pm last night, from a certain ASM in a panic over an actor ripping his pants.
Okay…impending rant.
I’m not saying that repairing actor’s ripped pants isn’t my job. It most certainly is. Ripped pants put food on my table and a roof over my head, generally speaking.
My problem is with the perception that I am on-call seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day. Because I am both a salaried employee, and when I’m not, I am a self-employee, I’ve gone to great lengths to set up careful boundaries. As far as I or anyone else should be concerned, I am available between the hours of 9am and 9pm. That’s a full twelve hours of availability. If work related issues can’t be dealt with within this generous time frame, frankly, that’s not my problem.
Assuming they are sent out in a timely manner (ie: an hour or two after the show comes down) I always read show reports either before bed, or first thing in the morning. This always allows adequate time to respond to any wardrobe-tastrophes. I’m afraid I will be tearing Ms.ASM a new one this morning when I go in, over the late-night phone call. I know I’ll come across as Grandma, but I was asleep!
Grumble. Ripped pants….grumble.
