Today, I received confirmation of my indentured servitude this summer. Jai Ho!
Trite disclaimer: I am very privileged and excited to have wedged my toe in the gilded gates of Hollywood. There.
Gratuity aside, I'm wary. I mean, I'm just a small-town Long Beach girl who's never seen them big lights and flying machines. Maybe my 3 year stint in Durham has led me to force-feed myself images from Entourage and Devil Wears Prada, but seriously, will I have the patience, fortitude, and humility to become a sub-Lloyd? Will my boss be a Harvey Weinstein? I've experienced the sensation of clawing one's way up the social ladder, only to arrive at the bottom of another, higher one. (i.e. high school senior to Duke freshman), and alas, that time has come again. But you know what? I like the climb. And I'll deal, and I'll like it. Hm. Ease off the self pep-talk. Now I just feel more desperate --and cheesy.
That's why this blog will be my sounding board at the end of the day to share my experiences, frustrations, and little triumphs as I navigate through the labyrinth that is LA studio filmmaking. (A labyrinth that would put Potter's Tri-Wizard Tournament Maze to shame). So, here's to coffee, paper cuts, copier jams, and errand runs in rush hour traffic: here's to the bottom rung of my future. Excelsior!
I have a feeling that fmylife.com will have quite a few new posts from a certain anonymous person before summer is up. Indeed.
