Do you ever have a day that is so bad it actually becomes comical? I did today. Around 9:30 am, I was cool as a cucumber—everything totally under control. By 11:30, things started to get hairy…. I sprinted to the St.V deli, where I now spend at least 2 days a week, (St.V, not the deli) and grabbed a sandwich to scarf down in order to tackle 14 things at once by 1pm. By 1:15 I had a line out the door to my borrowed cube, and my phone was ringing like a beast. By 2, my assistant has officially not shown up for work (awesome), which means all the work I thought was done was not even started. By 2:30, I got into a little scuffle with one of those accountability-avoiding-blame-it-on-everyone-else-slime-monkies who actually blamed me for placing the media on a plan he signed. Evidently, he thinks I decorate empty wall space with my media plans. (scream) By 3pm all my extras for tomorrow’s TV shoot bailed. By 3:32 I had completely sweat through my really cute new shirt thinking about how I would find the extras and punch them. By 4, Will (MY HUSBAND) has agreed to be one of the extras in my Hospice TV spot, and we had somehow secured two more peps—one of which will play Will’s wife in the BRoll and is like 20 years older (giggle). By 5:15pm I was laughing hardily at my sweaty self as I tried to make a sneaky break and ended up not gracefully or sneakily at all spilling my purse full of station dubs, a laptop, some awards and a shoe on the way to the car.
I could go on, but I won’t. I’m grateful for the laughter. Things always work out—they really do. Why can’t I remember that when I’m in the throws of it all?
Walked Gracie when I got home, and enjoying the amazing trees blooming around our neighborhood. What a beautiful gift at the end of a difficult day. (sigh) Good night.
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