I was walking through the set the other day with the art department PA. The script called for a scene in a hair salon, but for some reason, the location manager couldn’t find a real salon that fit our needs. (Something to do the cost of shutting down a salon for an entire day.)
So, we built a salon set. It looked exactly like a real salon, except there was no roof, and the faucets didn’t work. I know, because I turned the handles.
“I picked those out,” the art PA said.
I was instantly very jealous.
You see, in my job, nothing I do ever winds up on screen. I clean up the conference room for table reads, deliver scripts, and answer phones. Basically, organizational duties that will never, ever, ever affect anything that the audience sees or hears.
Now, these particular faucets weren’t a big deal. If they were, they would have been picked out by the set designer, art director, or really anybody other than the PA. They’ll be in the background, probably out of focus, unnoticed by anyone but this art PA, and maybe her mom.
But still, every time this episode airs, she can point at the screen and say, “See that shiny blob over the character’s shoulder? Yeah, I did that.”