Going International

This week, the show I’m on leaves the friendly confines of Los Angeles for the unpredictability and authenticity of Eastern Europe.

This means that for the last week, the entire crew has been running around like a bunch of toddlers, fearing “the move” like it were the pending apocalypse. I’m sure if these same people were traveling for pleasure, they’d have no problem packing their suitcases, checking in at the airport, and buying as many double-A batteries as they need.

But put it under the umbrella of “work” and suddenly, nobody remembers where to buy double-A batteries anymore.

On the one hand, I get it. These peeps are spending fourteen hours a day on set. When they get home, they don’t have time to run through their usual travel checklists. But on the other hand, come on, people. There’s no need to freak out like a bunch of fourteen-year-old Beliebers just because you’re traveling international in the next few days.