Day 2 -- Tuesday, February 9

What a horrible day! I don't even know where to begin.

First of all, my call time. I have to get up early enough to be there by 10:45am. Can you imagine? What normal person gets up that early? But I did. I'm a professional. Plus I had to factor in enough time for the commute, another nightmare. The studio is all the way on the other side of Studio City, at least a mile away, I would even dare say it pushes two. So factor all the driving time into my morning routine and you can imagine how early I had to hit the old alarm button.

Then, rehearsal. I don't know who's in charge of the scheduling, but they weren't ready for me for at least ten minutes after I got there. I had to entertain myself for a full ten minutes! I don't even know who I would start complaining to about this garbage. So I don't think it can get any worse, but then we actually start rehearsing. I'll start with the director. She's friendly, she's outgoing, she's professional and quite experienced, and they expect me to work with her day in and day out all week. I can tell right now that's going to be a problem. And the cast is chock full of nice, relaxed people, all sitting around having a good time working on the show, getting along with each other. And then they even have the nerve to be friendly to me. Who do they think they are? I tell you I just won't stand for it.

Then the greuling work schedule kicked in. We did each of my three scenes twice and never took a break. We just kept on and on like so many serfs under the evil lord's command. My head was spinning from the sheer amount of time and effort we poured into each page of the script, which, and I hate to sound like I'm complaining so I'll tell you in the director's words, was a "good script." So I can't even fall back on the material.

Finally there was a break in the clouds and Linda's reign of terror came to a close for the day. I gathered myself and my belongings as best I could and dragged myself out to my car for the long drive home. I didn't know if I had anything left in me. I could see from the clock in my car that I had been there for almost an entire hour-and-a-half! How can they expect a human being to give so much? I plan to talk to my agent about all this. Heads will roll, I tell you that much. Heads will roll.

Go on to Day 3

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