There is life after a humbling month of being constantly humbled.

I was floored when the director quoted me in his final pep email before the first day of shooting:

No matter what you’re doing, please remember that I consider every one of you an artist.  Jared Paul, our caterer, wrote me this recently:

“I love food as an art and as fuel. What I serve becomes part of the person I’m feeding, literally.  I will give you my very best. I will cook and serve minding your mantra.”

You see?  Your caterer is an ARTIST.

And then… everything fell apart.  My ego was absolutely destroyed after Day 1.  What killed me the most was that I had done shoots before, and in those instances my product was equally outside the norm for set catering.   What was different?  Oh yeah, I didn’t have a full-time day job then.

I learned at Richard’s mom’s party the importance of hiring help.  I learned from this experience that any Joe just won’t do.  I need properly vetted, dependable, amazing staffers if I’m ever going to take on a project this size again.  That, or just do this full time and declare “TO HELL with job security!”

I’m not ready for that.  Shit, I just accepted a job offer at Team In Training.  Even though they celebrate a well-rounded teammate I know I’ve got to completely overhaul what I think I can pull off, and compare it to how much another gig like this will cost me in mind and spirit… as a person employed full-time elsewhere.

BTW I’ve booked a dinner, a lunch, a fund raising party AND I have a wedding in the pipeline.  Thank the Universe, life goes on with or without my battered ego.