18-May-2006

Funny, how the last day of production feels so much like the last day of school - we're all catered sushi and chocolate fountains up in here today, and rightfully so.  Our crew kicks ass.  They've worked together since "Buffy," then after that, they did "Angel," so it comes as no surprise that any time we have a "stunt" (aka one punch thrown to the stomach in a quick bar fight), they drum their fingers in delight. 

I, of course, am still in the throes of wrap gift hell.  But it all has to be done today, because, after today, we are no more.  I even got a memo on my desk yesterday morning saying my official wrap date is next Thursday, May 25th.  Now, this made me a little nervous.  See, H-Berts and G-Money are such kick-ass writers that the studio just re-upped their overall deal (aka "We'll pay you seven figures not to write for any other studios").  I am included in said deal, but this memo seemed to blatantly disregard that fact.  So I trotted over to set, thanked G-Money for the Target shampoo she brought me from her guest bathroom (I fell in love with it when I house-sat for her last summer, and they don't make it anymore - probably cause they're too busy peddling bullseyes), then asked her, "Am I fired in a week?"  She took a look at the memo, then laughed.  "Um... no.  Guess we should have talked to you about that, huh?"  Job safe (for now, at least), I laughed. 

Now I must go put stickers on boxes of coffee mugs.