On my new show, I’m responsible for crafty in the morning, lunch midday, and coffee in the afternoon. If it’s a late night, I’ve got to cover dinner, as well. It sounds menial and tedious, largely because it is.
But that doesn’t make it unimportant.
As one coordinator told me (many times), “It’s always about the food.” She took tremendous effort to order the best food and arrange the best spreads for every production meeting or location scout, because that’s what people remember. Well, they won’t remember the good food, but they DEFINITELY remember the bad.
So even though the higher-ups can be infantile (“Make sure the restaurant knows that I’m allergic to onions.” “Wait, are you really allergic to onions?” “No, but I hate them.”), you’ve got to cater to their trivial requests. You’ve got to schlup across town with six bags of food when everyone decides to squeeze every penny out of the $10 or $12 (or the very rare $20) daily limit. You’ve got to circle the block seven times to look for street parking.
And you’ve got to make two trips when the restaurant accidentally includes onions (…because heaven forbid she take them out herself).