Day 7. Bandaids, TCP and other American(isms)

Bright and early morning and we were off for a networking breakfast. It’s called Brits in LA and Industry Hollywood. So any British people who are on the acting/producing/directing and editing scene trying their luck out here collaborate every Tuesday. I think the con was the $15 breakfast but to be honest it was all very worthwhile. We chatted to a few people and got tips from others. Naturally I met someone who knew a fair few people I did and then bumped into someone I actually knew. We went to Camp together, and bearing in mind that was near New York (a good 7hr flight away) that’s pretty impressive. She was a bit of a douche (an American word I’ve almost adopted but can’t fully commit). But still it’d be rude not to chat to her. She was still a douche. But I was in my networking element, and chatted to as many people as I could. It was on reflection very valuable and slightly worrying. Many people there had grown almost bitter about their current situation.

We left and stopped off at the pharmacy, I’d nearly amputated my own finger. Funnily enough Tris thought that was a much better idea, although I don’t think he had any concern for my future. In the pharmacy I asked if TP would work? She gave me an odd look and I repeated ‘yup, I have TP at home’. She was very helpful and gave me some stuff to use and advised it was infected. When I left I told Tris about her odd look and he pointed out. ‘It’s TCP not TP, TP out here is Toilet Paper’. So I am the mentalist that went into a pharmacy and shouted ‘I have Toilet Paper at home’. Tris thought this was hilarious but I saw the implications that the pharmacist probably charged me for overpriced paracetamol and plasters and then called the police.

We went home and I completed all 14 pages from my list of contacts I had compiled! So I hope tomorrow I am ready to send my first round of emails out. Gym and then we chilled out.

Lesson learnt: Sometimes peoples are douches, but as long as you don’t tell them, they can be your best friend...sure, I suppose on the flip side that is very two faced but my disclaimer says I’m not.