Thursday, July 15, 2010

Dropped Call

I'm so pissed off right now I can't even think. A couple days ago I awoke to the delightful sound of my phone ringing. That's right, someone was calling me. Hell yes. I clear my throat, flip it open, and inquire in my most collected manner,

Hello?


It's some lady from Authentic Entertainment (makers of Science of the Movies, Ace of Cakes, and, uh, Toddlers & Tiaras). She wants to know if I'd like to PA on a two day shoot next week, locations in San Fran and Oakland.

SCORE!

I immediately, in my most sophisticated manner, ask to consult my schedule (Ha ha!), after which I say something along the lines of "Why yes, I do believe I am available those days. I'd love to work with you..."


"...hello?"


"...hello?"


I don't believe this shit.

My

Fucking

Call

Got

Dropped.


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

I pace the room desperately for a few minutes.

She'll call back. She has to.

No, dumbass, she's a producer. From LOS ANGELES. Not some AD on an indie short who went to school with you. And she's looking for PAs. We're a dime a dozen. She probably has a list as long as her arm of other candidates. Of course she does, she even said she got my name from a freaking crew directory.

I don't know exactly when I got cut off, but it must have been before I said I could do it. She, being the busy lady I'm sure she is, probably immediately crossed my name off the list and moved on to the next name, got one or two PAs and then left for lunch.

Cause when I finally worked up the nerve to call back, that's where the receptionist said she'd gone. I left a long message begging her to believe me that I did not mean to hang up, that it was unintentional, that it shouldn't be construed as an insult, and that my service provider were idiots. Then I said I would love to work on the project.

I never got called back.

This was two days ago.

Why, universe, why?