Well here I am. I've been working at CBS Radford for about a week and a half. The least amount of hours I've worked has been 10. And I now understand what everyone was talking about when they told me that being a PA was equivalent to selling your soul. The fact is however, I love it.
I love going to work. I love walking down to set and seeing a sign that says "This spot reserved for Amy Poehler." I love that the studio gym is directly underneath where "Hot in Cleveland" films. I love that I have yet to pay for a meal while working here. And I love that the craft services man has done everything from "Rocky IV" to "Star Trek." So while I'm consistently working 5 days a week, 12 hours a day, and have resorted to watching TCU games via crappy feeds courtesy of my London-dwelling friend Michael, I am doing what I want to do, where I want to do it. And, in case you didn't hear, TCU beat Boise State on the Smurf Turf. It's the first time it's been done in like 10 years. I should've never doubted them.
Now back to the point, I am working with people who've worked on movies like "Spiderman" and "The Hurt Locker," who know people like Quentin Tarrentino and Tommy Lee Jones. I was just handed my dream on a silver platter and I'm still kind of amazed that it happened to me. I'm learning things that you can only learn by getting hands on experience from people who have been doing this for decades. I love my job.
Now I don't necessarily love getting in at 10 every night and not having a social life, but the fact is I'll take it if it means I get to do this everyday. I'm excited to get up in the morning. I'm excited at the prospect of seeing these people who know so much more than I do and can teach me everything that 4 years of school didn't. The people I'm working with ROCK. I currently spend my days in a "bungalow" on the CBS lot, which has everything from an endless supply of Diet Coke and Butterfingers to its very own golf cart. Yes, I, Caroline Lorraine Keith, am now a master at the golf cart. So much so that I'm contemplating procuring one for my own amusement. That and a fish. I need some sort of companionship when I get home. His name will be divulged shortly seeing as I have every intention of getting "He who shall not be named...yet" on Thursday, which is in fact my Saturday, which makes tomorrow my Friday. And yes, that damn Rebecca Black song is in my head, except it's the Glee version which makes it slightly less awful.
I miss everyone, don't get me wrong, I miss everyone like there's no tomorrow. But I won't lie, working constantly helps deal with that. As does Skype, facebook, and everything related to an iPhone. Also, the fact that Christmas is in a month also helps. Danget, now "Friday" has been replaced by "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays."
Alright I'm going to go watch pieces of a movie that I can't tell you anything about get put together. I love my life.
Until my next minute of free time.
PS. Anybody who wants to go see 'Newsies' on Broadway please contact me immediately. And if you don't know how to contact me, please don't.
