I know i'm usually too nice to people. A glass of wine spilled on me, no complaints. Lost baggage, a few grumblings but on with the trip. No wake up call morning of the shoot, we wont talk about that. But, I think generally I'm too nice. Tonight I returned to me place (my hotel room occassionly known as my second home) after working a 14 hour day, to find my bathroom totally flooded with what I could only describe as the goo from Ghostbusters. I mean it was everywhere. But mainly sourcing from the sink, which was of course my one destination to wash my face and brush my teeth. Normally, I would have ignored a little water spill and addressed in the morning, but this was pretty intolerable. So when I called down to the front desk, Danny was to my rescue before I could even put the phone back on the receiver. He absolutely refused to let me sleep there for the night and insisted I change rooms. When I tried to object he handed me a room key for a new room and told me my belongings would be transfered in the morning. So here I am now in an ocean side suite, feeling like im on finally ona destination vacation for what will probably last the next 6 hours until I wake up and get back to the nitty gritty. I guess point is, being too nice aint such a bad thing. Tomorrow we're popping the champagne.
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