OK, so here’s what happened.
At 2:45 in the afternoon, I left home to go to work. This time, I was scheduled to work at the FOX Studios with a 3:30 call time. Seeing as I’d never been to these studios before, I took with me the directions printed out from Google Maps. It’s about 3:20 when I realize that I’ve been on Santa Monica Blvd. for a good long time, and begin to suspect that made a wrong turn. At about 3:35 (5 minutes late already), I reach Beverly Hills, and now I’m convinced I turned the wrong way onto the street. So, I turn around, and head back the other way down Santa Monica.
Fast forward to about half an hour later. Now I think I’m on my way. Someone from the AU office called me, and I let them know that I goofed and was on my way, shouldn’t be more than 15-20 minutes. About 10-15 minutes later, I’m driving merrily along, when I discover that the street I’m on is no longer Santa Monica Blvd., but Sunset Blvd. G’AAAAH.
So I turn back around, call AU and tell them that I’m now going to be way late, and head all the way back down Santa Monica. Little did I know that I actually have to pretty much drive through Beverly Hills in order to get to the Studio. At about 5:00 in the evening, I finally reach the cross street that I needed to take. Huzzah! Well, not really. I couldn’t find the next cross street after that, depsite the fact that the street I was now on wasn’t particularly long. I go so far as to pull into one of the high-end hotels that litter the landscape and ask one of the valets for directions. And herein lies the problem: When I got directions off of Google, I probably gave them the wrong address. So now I’m totally confused.
At about 5:30, I finally pull into a gas station, call the AU Office, and tell them that I couldn’t find the studio, and seeing as I’m already two hours late, I’m just going to go back home.
You know, I’m beginning to wonder if I’m really cut out for this whole television thing. It’s like the kid who grows up wanting to be a baseball player, then finds out he can’t hit a curveball. If I can’t find my way around Los Angeles, then that’s not going to help my chances of finding work in this business at all. I’m just glad the folks at work were understanding – I was on the verge of tears when I called them the last time, having been in my car for almost three hours, being two hours late for work, completely and totally frustrated. Even if I did find the studio by then, I would’ve gotten there far too late to be of any help, and I was so mentally wiped out I wouldn’t have been much help anyway.