Saturday, June 16, 2012
17 minutes and counting
I'm f'n beat and my attitude is shit. It's the 6th day of a really long week on location. 16 to 18 hour days with 8 hour turnarounds. I have exactly 17 minutes to get my attitude adjusted before my actor comes in to makeup. So I sit here outside in a horse field behind my trailer and watch the sun come up. Virgin America headsets fastened to my head. I'm listening to Crystal Bowersox (yes, from American Idol) croon out a tune about her drunk abusive mother thinking this might not be the best song to get me in a better mood... I've been a makeup artist for 20 years and spent a good deal of that time on the road. I've forfeited a lot of time with the man and animals I love. What would my life have been like if I had been a chef in a fancy restaurant or a school teacher? Simpler? Less stressful? Kids? Would I have had kids? Ah well, at 48 it's too late now. I'll be sad about that later. Oh no! I'm headin' down the rabbit hole. Happier song is in order. Hold please. Better. Crystal is jammin and singing about love. Ok,(deep breath)I'm a film person. Long hours and life on the road is all part and parcel. I get to do what I love. I paint faces and hang with interesting creative people. I make a good living and have a beautiful house. That I never see. Kim! Stop that! How did that thought creep in there? Aw hell, I'm not perfect. Assessment time. Only minutes until actor in chair. I was a 3 on a scale from 1 to 10. Now I'm a...hmmmm....5. Not bad. I can fake it up to a 7.