Day 195: Control room confessional

It was difficult getting out of bed this morning, but I had to do it. It felt like it should be Friday and when I realized I was just starting Wednesday it only made it that much harder.. ugh.

I resigned to the fact that if I was late, I was late. It means less overtime and for that I'm sure my boss would be thankful. Besides he wasn't there to see if I was late, and neither was anyone else so it was fine.

First stop... Starbucks for a giant iced coffee to... I'm keeping my fingers crossed.... get me through the day.

Once at work it was all I could do to get the last final details of the show done, but somehow I made it.

I went into the control room and I realize today there is something about that room that makes me spill my guts.

Maybe because it's quiet, dark, and usually warmer than the meat locker we spend the rest of our days in... but whatever it is things come out of my mouth in there I never thought I'd say out loud.

I'll bet my director could write a book from all the things she hears, not only from me, but from the other producers she works with.

There wasn't anything terribly profound coming out of my mouth today,

Mostly just me confiding in her that I want to curl up into the fetal position with a glass of wine and hide from the world for a few days.

It seems like every email I get is from someone who wants something from me... are you interested in this story idea?... just following up... I haven't heard anything from you.... wanted to make sure you saw this.... you need to evaluate these managers... you need to do your self appraisal.... aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!

Oh yes I've seen all the emails, but I haven't had a chance to read any of them because I've been doing everything for about a week!!!

Once I finished the show it was time to focus on tomorrow's show, but for some reason I couldn't focus. I suppose it was from the lack of sleep.

I found myself sitting and staring at the computer, then walking away and talking with my coworkers because talking didn't require as much effort as writing.

I couldn't wait for the clock to tick down to 5, but I was conflicted too because I knew there was work that wasn't getting done.

But today I have a hair appointment so I have to leave on time.

When I got to my my hair dresser we started talking about my dad's birthday, and he had a great idea for a gift. A Wii! I would have never thought of that, but it could just be perfect!

It's a toy for the biggest kid I know! And it would give him some exercise in the winter months when he's locked up in the house.

But I'll have to run it past the siblings and mom to make sure it fits the bill. My only concern is that he.... or they... won't play it unless we're there with them.