tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078779326914378322.post6614742291428919925..comments2024-03-22T14:40:33.276-07:00Comments on Blood, Sweat, and Tedium: Confessions of a Hollywood Juicer: The Wednesday PhotoMichael Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02569781786039595929noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078779326914378322.post-56405003058827771632009-09-03T16:12:58.744-07:002009-09-03T16:12:58.744-07:00I think this tradition has fallen by the wayside, ...I think this tradition has fallen by the wayside, but once upon a time, the Prop Master was expected to always have the right brand of cigarettes in his/her box for the stars, director, etc. On one show, when the Prop Master ran out of a specific actor's brand, he apologized and sent a PA to a store to buy a new carton.<br /><br />Within about 10 minutes, he had a new pack in the star's hands and when he went to put the rest of the carton in his box, he found that <br /><em>said actor</em> had kindly left him a gift of some dog shit!<br /><br />Actors can be real assholes when they work at it.Nathanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00648438549121320566noreply@blogger.com