September 29, 1990
Yesterday I left the set early (2 pm) to take care of some of personal stuff like: opening a bank account, getting renter’s insurance, touching base with Broderbund, etc. I did it all in a single afternoon. Thanks to this film shoot, I’ve reached new heights of efficiency in my own affairs.
Today we shot interiors at Garfield, and I picked up the first dailies at Precision on 9th and 45th.We watched them in Kevin’s living room. They looked great.
Yesterday Deborah gave me a blistering lecture: “Why does everything seem to be so confused with you?” It’s true; having spent the past several days as a gofer, I now have a much clearer idea of what skill set and personality would make the best fucking gofer in the world, and I’m not it. Listening to Deborah lay into me, it occurred to me that she’s not the greatest production manager in the world, either, and needs all the help she can get. Once I took that attitude, things started to get better right away. I think we’re on the road to a passable working relationship.
Rob Sherwin gave me his treatment to read.
Three hours of sleep coming up. I can’t wait.
