Day 223: Time to hit the reset button

Have you ever had one of those days where you just wanted to hit the reset button and start all over?

Today was one of those days. I won't even tell you that I was running late, that should be a given at this stage of the game.

I walked through the door and hit the ground running. I had a few things to do with the show to get it on the air.

Before I knew it our first guests were arriving... early.... of course, so I sent the intern out to greet them.

About 30 minutes before the show the intern came to tell me one of the guests was requesting to be in the show earlier than I had her scheduled.

That's one of my pet peeves. I am the one running the show, you are in the show at a certain time for a reason. I'm not opposed to making concessions if there is a legitimate reason, but I prefer to know in advance.

Today the guest wanted to go early because they had a flight to catch. Ok, so that's a legimate reason, but only based on the flight time. So I sent the intern back to check.

I'm not some kind of producer nazi, I just now how people operate after doing this a while.

They don't want to sit around in our green room they would rather sit around at the airport waiting for their flight.

The intern came back and sure enough, the flight is an hour and a half after her scheduled spot on the show and we are very close to the airport so crisis averted.

15 minutes later (yes that's 15 minutes before the show) another crisis pops up.

Sunshine is standing by my desk with a look on her face that I knew couldn't be good... and it wasn't.

She was there to tell me the chef didn't have any shrimp for his shrimp dish. Perfect.

He was rushing out to the store to get some and hopefully... we'll keep our fingers crossed... he'll make it back in time for his first segment in the show.

Great, I think to myself, but what can you do? You can't have a shrimp dish without shrimp, and my job is all about flexibility. This is why they pay me the big bucks :)

I think there was one more thing that went wrong, but thankfully I think I must have pushed it to the back of my brain so it won't come up until I'm in a nursing home later in life and my grandchildren won't know what I'm talking about.

After the 3rd sucker punch less than 2 hours into my day all I wanted to do was throw my towel in the ring and call it quits.

Curling up in my bed and shutting out the rest of the world seemed like a pretty good option. If only I could make it happen... sadly I could not so I took another approach.

One I tend to take more frequently than I should. Ride out the storm.

Everything ended up fine in the end. We had to do some minor last minute adjustments but all in all it worked out well.

By the end of the day I was ready to call it quits, and head home for a quiet night with the kitties.

Unfortunately by the time quitting time rolled around, it was pouring down rain.

It was a big storm, and one we only see every few decades in this area, so I was staying put.

I really didn't have much of a choice. I was being held hostage. My car was at the shop getting the oil changed, and Sunshine was going to drive me there to pick it up.

There was no way either one of us wanted to drive in that stuff so we stuck it out.

I did eventually get home... no worse for wear... ready to hit the reset button and start all over again tomorrow.