Um... holy awkward Batman

So... I've temporarily folded my Pure Romance self and put it in a drawer for a week so I could once again temporarily don my production self and come out to D.C. I'm helping out on one of the Inauguration events. I was hired on Sunday afternoon. Travel booked Monday afternoon. Flew out on Tuesday morning and was sitting in the office of the Presidential Inaugural Committee headquarters by noon, breaking down Jonas Brothers songs. Our event airs on Monday night on the Disney channel.

When I was called on Sunday afternoon to come out, I said yes immediately since I had no parties this week. Besides, who wouldn't want the chance to be part of something historic?

But later that day, a bit of concern started to creep in. See, five or six years before I left Los Angeles, I took a job which was a move up position-wise. Although the show should have been easy for me to handle, for some reason, it quickly turned into a logistical mess and a show that was WAY over my head and abilities. I hung in for a while, struggling to keep my head above water, but ultimately, they decided I wasn't the right fit for the show (aka I was fired). Honestly, I was never angry about it, because I would have fired me too. I was terrible on that show and totally drowning in my inexperience. When they fired me, I was COMPLETELY relieved and anxious to get back to shows I would enjoy. So when I was booked on the Inaugural I got very nervous because the production company and two of the producers on the show are the ones who fired me back then.

But ultimately, I got over it and realized that they fired me so many years ago and haven't seen me since and probably would not remember me at all. (Which it turns out was right for one of them. In fact, yesterday, after having worked with one of the producers for three days straight, I sent him an email and he asked the people in his office, "Who is Sheri Spitz?") So off I trotted to D.C. and all has been well so far. In fact, I've kind of enjoyed having the chance to redeem myself to "P," one of the producers who I am working with very closely. I can tell he has changed his opinion of me and his attitude has changed with it. I feel very triumphant.

The only TV show I normally do tends to have the same people on it year after year, so the added bonus of coming here and doing this show is that I have been able to see people some people I hadn't seen in years. Years before I left LA in some cases. It reminds me a lot of a family reunion. I remember a lot of them and most of their names. Most of them remember my face, some of them remember my name. I have decided to give them all the easy way out and pretend we've never met and introduce myself. Then, later, I pretend to have an epiphany and say, "Hey, didn't we work together on something before?" To which they say, relieved, "Yeah, what was that again?" At least, I do that for the people I like. The ones I don't like, I just say hello, call them by their names and let them twist in the wind while they try to remember who I am and what my name is. Ha.

So all has been going well here. The horrific nightmare of a production schedule I anticipated never really happened. Should happen tonight, but tomorrow is show day so no big deal. I'm having fun catching up with people and it's been easy, as usual, to shrug back into the script department role I played for so long. I've had my rough moments with certain higher ups, but other than that I'm having a good time. At least, I was. Until last night.

We actually made it out early(ish) last night and for some reason, the gods were smiling down upon us and we made it to a 9PM dinner reservation. It was super awesome! My fellow scriptie and I returned to the hotel to meet our fellow diners. The new FOSS (Fan of Sheri Spitz) producer "P" was joining us as well as one of the writers and a few other people. At the last minute, two people arrived at the hotel who had just flown in from LA and they wanted to join us. I knew the guy looked familiar, but I just couldn't place it. So we waited for them to drop their stuff in their rooms and headed to the restaurant.

The whole time we were walking in the F-ING FREEZING COLD to the restaurant, I was looking at him... trying to figure out what show we did together. No big deal, I thought. Probably some show back my early years and I haven't seen him in a while. But then someone called his name and it hit me... like a ton of bricks. I know where I've worked with him before.

A few months ago, I wrote a post about a sushi restaurant. In it, I talked about my first experience learning that as a Script Supervisor I should be seen and not heard. I talked about how I got spanked, AND HARD, when I was fired from my second job out of college. What I didn't really go into in that post is how I committed all these cardinal post-production bay sins... I lounged with my feet up on the desk. I talked at random. I ordered coffees for myself not realizing they weren't free. All kinds of things that I would never even THINK of doing now. (In fact, one of the producers just went to Starbucks and I'm half asleep and he would have been happy to get something for me if I had asked, but I was too uncomfortable to do it.) I plead ignorance. It was, as I mentioned, my second job (and only six months) out of college and I just didn't know any better. The problem is, I continued these habits unabated (cause no one told me not to) for over two months. Finally, when the post-production supervisor let me go, he explained in detail everything I did wrong. I have never been so humiliated. To know that all this time, I had been making people mad and making mistakes and acting completely wrong and had no idea and no one told me? Ugh. I hated myself for doing it and them for not telling me.

So back to our current story (can you guess what's coming?) We're walking to the restaurant and I realize, the man I recognize is "R", the very Post-Production Super who fired me all those years ago. 13 years ago, to be exact. I instantly panicked, but at the same time I was highly amused. Strange combo, I am aware, but none the less, those were my thoughts.

So we get to the restaurant, all 10 of us, and walk to the table. I am the first to arrive at the table and so I pick out my leftie seat as usual. At this point, I'm trying to decide if I am going to re-introduce myself to "R" as though we have never met and let him just assume that's the case or remind him and own it like a grownup OR ignore him throughout dinner altogether. Option three was the winner in my mind, but apparently not in fate's mind. Cause he was the last to the table and there was only one seat left. Yes, next to me. On my right. Oh, and did I mention that "P" was sitting directly across from me? (It's also worth mentioning that "P" and I have never talked about the fact that he fired me. We are pretending that never happened, apparently.)

So there I am, surrounded by my own failure, deciding between the catfish and the crab cakes. "R" is mostly turned away from me, talking to the woman on his other side and I thought maybe I could ignore him the whole dinner after all, but then I decided that would be too tiring and I'd spend the entire dinner nervous. So I bit the bullet. "R," I said, drawing his attention. He turned to me and I stuck my hand out. "I'm Sheri." He shook my hand and said, "Yeah, we'e met before." I said, "Yeah, we worked together a VERY long time ago." "Where was that," he asked. "I can't remember." I pretended for a moment not to remember while I tried to decide whether or not to bring it up. Finally, I surrendered. "Disney," I said, looking him in the eye as much as possible. (BTW, I just realized that not only was that a Disney show, but the other show I was fired from was Disney as well and SO IS THE ONE I'M DOING NOW! Hmmm. And you guys wonder why I hate Disney!) I watched recognition dawn. And his face changed. And I knew he remembered. And for some reason, it made me laugh. Probably inappropriate, but unavoidable none the less.

He recovered quickly and we talked about how difficult that show was, neither of us actually acknowledging the giant pink elephant sitting on my shoulder, and then we both turned back to the people on our other sides and continued other conversations. We spoke a few more times during dinner, but for the most part, remained in our seperate corners. Later in the evening, one of the other producers there who had too much to drink started talking about how grateful he was that I was there doing the show and how great a job I was doing and how fantastic I was. And, of course, I humbly acknowledged his praise and thanked him graciously. In my head, I was thinking, "Yeah 'P' & 'R'! Suck it!"

At some point, the irony of sitting at a table with two men who have fired me became too much to shoulder alone and I told the AD who was sitting on my other side. He and I shared a laugh and he asked me if there was a third person who fired me and if we could expect him to show up on the show anytime soon. I assured him that the list ended with "P". Unbeknownst to me, I got up to go to the bathroom ("R" had already left to go meet friends at another restaurant) and the AD told the table what I had told him. According to my fellow scriptee who shared the story when we were back at the hotel heading up to our rooms, "P" adamantly denied that he had EVER fired me and then said "And it was a long time ago, anyway." Which made me laugh all the way up the elevator to the 9th floor and down the hall to my room. It never happened, officer! And even if it did, it wasn't my fault.

My mother has decided that the reason fate gave me the opportunity to do this show was so I could go back and prove to these men who were such bad memories for me that I am a good, competent script pa. She could be right. Who knows? Either way, last night was definitely a lesson in humility. Shall I pass the bread and butter to the two people who fired me at this table in chronological order or alphabetical? But either way, I got a ton of amusement out of it.

How appropriate that this all happened at Obama's Inauguration event. See, it's a lesson that Obama taught me! Can I survive a whole night of socializing with people who don't like me?

Yes, I can.