I’ve spent my fair share of time in production offices. From sea to shining sea. Well… from Brentwood to Burbank. And in all of those offices, I’ve experienced the same emotion on my first day: Nervousness.
There’s no good reason for me to be anxious. Relatively little is expected of a PA on their first day. The higher-ups are generally understanding if you’re slow to answer the phone or have to double-check what people’s names are again. I’ve been in the office for an hour-and-a-half. Here’s what I’ve been asked to do so far:
- Re-stock the spoons and sodas in the kitchen.
- Walk to AT&T and buy a cell phone battery.
I’m sitting here – in MY OWN OFFICE, I might add – wishing I hadn’t been tossing and turning last night, nervous of what today would bring. Wishing I hadn’t woken up a half-dozen times this morning, panicked that I had slept through my alarm. Wishing I hadn’t left my house thirty-five minutes early to drive eight minutes to this office.
There is one thing I forgot to do last night. And again this morning: BRING MY PASSPORT TO WORK. I have managed to forget this on every show I have ever worked on. Need that passport (or any combination of documents that proves your identity) for your I-9.