I Mean It This Time
This has happened to you. You make your grand farewell before a room full of people then have to slink back in because you forgot your coat. Don't you hate that?
That's not the situation here but I did say I was leaving until December yet I'm back already. Actually, I haven't left. And you wonder: "How can we miss you if you won't go away?"
We were supposed to leave this morning around 11 a.m. My contact at the production company had said he would call to confirm anything. By 10:45? Still no call. So I made one to him. They haven't found lodging for us yet, he told me, so our departure has been delayed. Oh, and the photographer who was supposed to go with me bailed out this morning so he's scrambling to find a fill-in.
We agree that if we can't leave by 2 p.m. today, we'll wait until tomorrow. One-thirty rolls around with no word yet. I'm not calling this time. Instead I go out to the garage to do lift some weights. At least I'll do something productive today.
I've just finished my warm-up sets when my phone rings. They have a photographer lined up but he doesn't get there until Sunday. How do I feel about driving up myself so that I can get a head start? I feel completely crappy about that, actually.
First of all, if we're doing stories for television, I'm not going to get much of a head start on telling them if I don't have a photographer with me. Secondly, it's been in the back of my mind that this whole thing is not going to come off and I have zero desire to drive ten or eleven hours at my own expense and THEN learn that the project has fallen apart.
How much am I regretting calling that small liberal arts university where I had become a finalist for a PR job and telling them that I would have to decline because this freelance job came through? (I had warned them of the possibility during the interview process.)
Now I'm agitated and frustrated and, on top of that, my muscles have cooled off. Nothing will go right today.
I do a different warm-up set. The phone rings again. The planned location won't work so they'd like to send me somewhere else. That would entail a flight tomorrow morning but a photographer is already there waiting.
I take off at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. Allegedly. If you don't hear from until December it could be for the reasons I mentioned before. Or it could be that I'm too embarrassed to come back after making yet another goodbye.
That's not the situation here but I did say I was leaving until December yet I'm back already. Actually, I haven't left. And you wonder: "How can we miss you if you won't go away?"
We were supposed to leave this morning around 11 a.m. My contact at the production company had said he would call to confirm anything. By 10:45? Still no call. So I made one to him. They haven't found lodging for us yet, he told me, so our departure has been delayed. Oh, and the photographer who was supposed to go with me bailed out this morning so he's scrambling to find a fill-in.
We agree that if we can't leave by 2 p.m. today, we'll wait until tomorrow. One-thirty rolls around with no word yet. I'm not calling this time. Instead I go out to the garage to do lift some weights. At least I'll do something productive today.
I've just finished my warm-up sets when my phone rings. They have a photographer lined up but he doesn't get there until Sunday. How do I feel about driving up myself so that I can get a head start? I feel completely crappy about that, actually.
First of all, if we're doing stories for television, I'm not going to get much of a head start on telling them if I don't have a photographer with me. Secondly, it's been in the back of my mind that this whole thing is not going to come off and I have zero desire to drive ten or eleven hours at my own expense and THEN learn that the project has fallen apart.
How much am I regretting calling that small liberal arts university where I had become a finalist for a PR job and telling them that I would have to decline because this freelance job came through? (I had warned them of the possibility during the interview process.)
Now I'm agitated and frustrated and, on top of that, my muscles have cooled off. Nothing will go right today.
I do a different warm-up set. The phone rings again. The planned location won't work so they'd like to send me somewhere else. That would entail a flight tomorrow morning but a photographer is already there waiting.
I take off at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. Allegedly. If you don't hear from until December it could be for the reasons I mentioned before. Or it could be that I'm too embarrassed to come back after making yet another goodbye.
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