Done With Santa Fe: What I Learned As A Production Assistant
I really had a crazy time in Santa Fe. It was my first real PA job. The most stressful, stimulating two-months of my 28′s.
During the 7 weeks I worked as a PA:
- I experienced the highs of accompanying 2 barfing actors in the emergency room and missing the STRFKR show.
- I experienced the lows of babysitting 2 puking complainers in the emergency room and missing the STRFKR show.
- I have had close encounters with the core goodness of humanity, and also the inherent charlie sheen ego-mania of humanity.
- I have come to understand that “who cares what other people think” isn’t just a mantra that makes you feel better.
- I have learned that when you’re bustin your ballz, there’s no time to feel insulted, it’s actually pretty easy to slip into “who cares what other people think”.
- I have learned that coffee and I have finally been forced into a life-long affair.
- I learned that no matter how square of a screenwriter you are, a strong ego will get you places.
- I learned that under the most intense pressure, I wanted to retreat to some place in the middle of nature with canvas and paints.
- I learned that actors have really [funny] things to worry about in life.
- I learned that making wrong turns on the way to a hotel can mean the apocalypse for somebody else.
- I learned that even when an entire country is washed over by a Tsunami, bookmarking nudity/side-boob scenes in a script is still the primary focus of a PA.
Can’t wait for more.
Now I’m set to go to Denver next weekend.
