I started the day with what I call "potato shoulder." It's what happens after you peel previously said excessive number of potatoes and you wash said excessive number of dishes, and you wake up at 3 a.m. in excessive pain, then realize how ridiculous the source of that pain is. Small repetitive motion, my friends. Avoid it.
So, after a night of trying desperately to get comfortable, I went to work this morning (yes, Saturday) with significantly less sleep than I needed. Fortunately, I discovered the cure for potato shoulder: chef Marie-Louise asks me to cut 10 trillion carrots into very precise pieces. I call this remedy "hair of the potato."
Once I moved up in the culinary food chain (ha - get it? totally funny) to the tomato round, I said to myself, "To heck with this. I'm done with vegetables." I left a tomato half-cut on the table, and left the building (after, of course, verifying that Marie-Louise could take it from there because it would be unlike me to walk out unexcused). I attended the shooting of a film for a Chilean director named Andrea Bravo, instead. My job there was "to be very, very quiet." An upgrade!
Tonight, however, things changed for the much, much, much better. It was the night of the first Big Screening, for the short films that have been completed in the last 24 hours. After conversations at this event, I've confirmed that I'm going to assist another director tomorrow. I'm very interested in working with him for a number of reasons. His name is Mathieu Drouin (note: different Mathieu from language-lesson Mathieu; that's Mathieu Kas.) I'm actually going to assist this Mathieu with his film, which likely involves permission to make some noise.
And on Monday, I am going to be in a movie, darnit.
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