This lesson happens even before the first day of work.
Maybe it’s an obvious one. Maybe in the world of professionality this is a common courtesy.
So its starts: me knowing at some point I will be getting my time to show up for my 12 hour shift at the production office.
I waited all day for my call time.
I refreshed my email every three minutes.
I debate whether I am missing something. Was I supposed to call? Was I not doing something that would facilitate me not losing this job? This job that could allow me to meet more people in the industry. Get Vetted. Get work that potentially doesn’t make me want to rip my heart out and flush it.
Lots of expectations.
Maybe I should call.
What would happen then. A rethinking of the decision to hire me in the first place?
What would it take?
By three I decided to call. I had received a few calls on my phone.
First call the person answering sounded like my valley girl. She said something it came out fast and unintelligible.
The Second was for the V.A.
The Third was him.
“Movietitleredacted this is Josh.”
I almost don’t remember I am not allowed to be called Josh and have to refer to myself as Joshua.
“Hey josh, this is Josh…ua just wondering if I…” He cuts me off.
“I will be emailing you later tonight when I learn the times.” He says with as much dick in his voice as one can have and still be able to talk.
The phone clicks.
I look at the screen to my Iphone and think I hate this little fucker.
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