the leash gets shorter
Now Im getting a cell phone.
I love gadgets. Love them. Always have. I probably got that from my father, though he understood them and could fix them. Not me. Ill always remember one of his best pieces of advice to me had to do with gadgets: Always Save the Box. Words to live by. Im telling you.
Two years ago I got a pager, which I thought was bad enough. I always referred to them as leashes. But eventually I grew to accept mine as an ever-present extension of my pants. (I hate it when it clasps not only to my pants but to my underwear and pinches my skin. Dont you hate that? Dont you? Oh, nevermind.) I accepted that as an actor I needed to always be available and reachable in case I was needed on the set immediately (which never happens, but shut up anyway). And usually my friends are good about not using the number, even though its on my home machine, so generally when it buzzes, its some sort of acting/writing related thing.
But last night I realized that in a week Im going to be on location for 4 days straight. Im wearing 5 hats on this shoot. We might be shooting on the beach and have to find a lost actor, or order pizzas for the cast, or call the rental house with a question about the camera. What, are we gonna run around trying to find a pay phone? Shit, I realized, I need to get a cell phone.
I thought about renting one or borrowing one from a friend for the week, but then I realized I had been looking for a legitimate excuse to get one for a long time. Its like shaving my head. Im really curious to know what my head looks like, but I would never shave it on my own. However, if some director were to ask me to do it Id happily buy the razors myself. Its an excuse. Change is always easier when the impetus comes from without. Even something you want to do anyway. In other words, its much easier to get fired than to quit. That way you cant second guess yourself. Aint self-deception grand?
So honestly, Im looking forward to getting a cell phone. Ill probably call people from my car, "Hey Jack, guess were I am?" "Your car? Same as yesterday." "Um, yeah, aint it cool?" "No." Click.
Im going to be the most reachable person in the world. Home phone. Work phone. Pager. Voice mail. E-mail. Regular mail. Cell phone. Tons of possibilities for anticipation. Endless ways to offer me big contracts, money, roles, a lower credit card rate, the opportunity to donate my car or truck, a really good deal on a year of Popular Mechanics
Um, maybe this isnt such a good idea after all.
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