I read somewhere that a woman would think twice about having another baby if she could truly remember the excruciating pain she went through during childbirth. Of course, I'm sure this had been written by a man, but I find some truth in that. If I could remember the delirium I'd go through the when I go on a 20+-hour journeys on air because of sheer boredom, I'd probably think twice about flying, or bring heavy duty sleeping pills.
I'd like to remember the sheer exhaustion derived from my five weeks of working on a TV show, not because I wouldn't ever work on one again, but because I'd consider my rates, and the time I will put in into another project more seriously.
I started about five weeks ago, two of which were for sourcing, loaning as well as fittings and then, three weeks of intense filming.
Yesterday, for our final episode, our call time was 8.30am, far later than the past eight shoot days we've had where the earliest call time was 5.30am. I am not a morning person, and I never will be. And we wrapped at 2am. That was 17.5 hours on set. I don't know how TV people do it, seriously.
For three weeks, my social life was at a stand still and I have been exhausted beyond belief, because on top of this project, I still have my company's clients to handle and manage. Not that I'm complaining of course, I had a lot of fun - hanging out with wicked awesome folks all plonked together in various places and situations and made it work.
Andrea said that it was like we went for a big camping trip for three weeks. In the middle of it, I felt I was going to die from all the work I had piling up, but this morning I woke up with a sigh of relief that it was all over, yet I was kinda sad that I wouldn't see the new friends I've made on a regular basis.
But hey I'm off to Phuket tomorrow and I'm definitely not complainin'!
P.S.: I'll let you know what TV show we filmed once I get the word it's okay to! Get excited!