September 25, 1990
First day of shooting. After this past week, I suppose it’s only fitting that my job as “production coordinator” should turn out to consist largely of carrying boxes and equipment up and down stairs, loading and unloading vans and trucks, and driving them around the city in heavy traffic. Such is fate.
It’ll be character-building. One week of this, I can handle. And if my goal was to meet NYU film students, I’m certainly meeting a lot of them.
My boss is Deborah, Kevin’s girlfriend and production manager. Then there’s Rick (assistant director), Nick (D.P.), Steve (assistant camera), Rob (gaffer), Paul (gaffer and Kevin’s roommate), Mark (sound), and Marcy (boom). And the actors.
Man, it’s different, having a boss. Deborah is the type who makes sure you’re sorry for every little error. The others I got along with better, although Mark and Marcy (the sound team) do seem to spend a lot of time bickering. In the van on the way home, Rob asked me if I had any short screenplays for him to direct.
Two days of rest at this point would do wonders. Unfortunately, that’s not in the cards. My alarm is set for 4:20 am to drive back to Brooklyn.
I can’t even think about the big issues, like that I’ve just moved to a new city and am sharing an apartment with my brother. I just don’t have the mental energy right now.
Virginia wrote to say she’s getting married.
