Saturday I was production assistant for our shoot (filming lessons for kids in African schools), and I took my wallet out of my bag full of scripts and props to go get lunch midday. Yesterday, I opened up the bag--no wallet. Not in the car, not anywhere; I realized I must not have put it back in my bag after lunch. And the studio's closed on Sundays. Not only were all my cards and ID in that wallet--so was the company credit card for the charitable organization. I freaked.
The friend who'd driven to lunch checked her car thoroughly for me. Our producer/director, who neither owns nor has a key to the studio, and is not at all responsible for my ditziness, not only talked me down off the ledge ("If it's in the studio, nothing's going to happen to it."), he called the owner to tell him I'd be coming in today, made sure they didn't take the trash out, and then called me again this morning to check and make sure I'd found it (I had, thank goodness!). I'm really touched by how much concern he's shown.
And also, someone held a door open for me today at the gas station. I'm usually doing that for other people; it was sweet to have it done for me, especially this morning.
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Date: 2006-10-09 05:13 pm (UTC)The friend who'd driven to lunch checked her car thoroughly for me. Our producer/director, who neither owns nor has a key to the studio, and is not at all responsible for my ditziness, not only talked me down off the ledge ("If it's in the studio, nothing's going to happen to it."), he called the owner to tell him I'd be coming in today, made sure they didn't take the trash out, and then called me again this morning to check and make sure I'd found it (I had, thank goodness!). I'm really touched by how much concern he's shown.
And also, someone held a door open for me today at the gas station. I'm usually doing that for other people; it was sweet to have it done for me, especially this morning.