I Hate 5pm On Friday

I gave the office a half day since my afternoon had not one, but two castings!  I spent the morning making another parabolic dish from a soda can.  I think with my AP the signal improved slightly.  I’ll take anything I can get!

Going to the castings was another story though.  What an ordeal… I unknowingly took the loooooooooooooong route there from the office.  Never again.  Even better I drove around twenty minutes trying to find the studio.  I later discovered when I left that I had passed the entrance… twice.  The first audition was for a dish washing soap commercial set to shoot in Argentina.  God knows why they need to film there.  But the clients are willing to fly everyone there (two days travel time) for just a few shots.  Whatever.  The pay is decent if I get it.  The second location was easy to get to but I noticed the traffic picking up significantly.  When I arrived I was the only one there so everything went very smoothly and quickly.

That’s where the fun stopped.  By the time I left I hit the mother load of traffic.  5pm rush hour on a Friday in Bangkok.  The witching hour.  It took me two hours to get home.  TWO HOURS of my life gone!  I’m never going to a casting which will even remotely put me this close to the kill zone.  I arrived home late, irritated, and hungry.  KFC helped with the last ailment.  Time took care of the other two.