I do extra work for the movie industry sometimes.
I consider it a kind of holiday — sure the pay is low, and people want you
to do silly things like stand in a fake bar and pretend to be enjoying
oneself, but you can’t beat it for a way of getting paid to spend eighty
percent of the day with no responsibility or hurry except to think “My what
a good book this is I’m reading while sitting on the lawn in the shade.”
and “What? No more canteloupe? I guess I’ll have to have watermelon, then.”
Ooo. Hardship.
-E