lazy sundays

Sorry about the recent lack of posts. It's the holiday season and I've spent a shocking amount of time away from the computer. Also, until yesterday I had nothing to blog about.

I was eating with a few good friends at a dim sum buffet in Chinatown in San Francisco yesterday, when my cell phone rang. It was a (310) number I didn't know. Immediately I knew that could only mean one thing: Hollywood was calling.

I sprinted outside into the crowded street, and answered just before it went to voicemail. Just like that, a woman (who didn't actually introduce herself) told me I'd been offered a part-time job as production assistant on a new reality TV show for VH1. It was the job I'd applied for two weeks ago by sending in my resumé-- and they were finally calling back.

I'm going to work Sundays, again twelve-hour shifts, for $120 a day.

The show is a dating "boot camp" where eight women live in a house together and learn from a professional matchmaker about what men want. I'll go ahead and say the name of the show-- it's called Tough Love, produced by Drew Barrymore. When the action starts I obviously won't be able to blog much about the specifics. There are several pages of confidentiality agreements I need to sign. I feel like I'm joining the FBI.

So all in all, a minor success. I got a new job-- for one day a week. Most of the other PAs are full-time. Meh. I have almost no experience, so it makes sense.


I also hooked up with my old friend All About the Hamiltons over the break, who's a full-time film student at San Francisco State. He's about to start shooting a new project, and we both want me to be involved somehow. Right now it looks like I'm going to be the assistant director! Unfortunately my Sunday gig might be a pretty serious conflict, so this might all go down the crapper. Bleh.

If you ever get a chance to take a drive up PCH, take it. It's literally the world's best road. California beaches are beautiful.

And that's the word, for now.