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Angry Maker's!

My Wednesday Morning

7:45- Wake up 30 minutes later than expected

7:46- Dress quickly

7:50- Scrape ice off car

8:05- Meet Rob for breakfast

8:15- Receive call from my publicist who informs me that instead of one national radio interview today, I'll be doing three. And the first two take place in less than two hours. I am completely unprepared and abruptly lose my appetite.

9:00- Drive to my family's martial arts studio to use the landline for the interview.

9:45- Radio station #1 calls. My phone is crackling. They can't hear me. I move around the room in a frantic pace to find a "good spot." Crackling continues intermittently throughout interview. Interviewer seems pissed. I try not to cry.

10:00- I ask my dad what's wrong with the phone. He has no answer. I panic while trying to figure out what to do. Next interview is in 20 minutes.

10:20- Radio station #2 calls. I tell them to call me on my cell phone instead. They seem pissed, but call me any way. Interviewer asks weird questions. I joke and possibly offend half her audience. All in all, it goes well.

10:45- I call my publicist and tell him about the landline situation and ask if I can just use my cell phone. He says no, because apparently cell phones are unreliable and radio stations get pissed when they have to call one. I tell him I already figured that out.

11:00- I drive to RadioShack to buy a new phone and drink a protein shake on the way. I am so fucking hungry.

11:30- Forty dollars later and I'm back at the studio. I plug in the new phone and try it out. All I hear is static. I am pissed. My next interview with the #1 talk show in Phoenix is in 30 minutes. Fuck.

11:35- I check my email to find that my publicist has sent me three emails asking if I got a new phone. I tell him yes. It just doesn't work. He seems pissed, but understanding.

11:50- After struggling with the phone for 10 minutes, my dad and I walk next door to check if any other phones are messed up. They all are. Apparently the phone company was messing with wires the day before. Shit.

11:52- Decide to just use my cell phone and won't tell my publicist or the radio station. They'll never know. The interview is in eight minutes. I jump up and down for no reason.

11:55- Apparently the Verizon towers are down. I have no signal. I can't fucking believe this.

11:56- Grab my dad's phone (Alltel network) and call my publicist to tell him to re-route the phone number to his number. I have no time to explain. My interview is in four minutes.

11:58- I have no signal on my dad's phone. He says that sometimes it stops working in the studio and I should go outside. It is snowing outside. I do not want to go out there.

12:00- I sit in my car in the parking lot with the heat on and my dad's phone in my lap. Radio station #3 calls. Her name is Diane. She's very nice. And funny. The interview is fantastic. I feel good.

12:30- I leave the studio and go to my Grandpa's house. I set up my landline there and plan on using it for the rest of my interviews. I inform him that I will be breaking into his house at 6:30 the next morning (Thursday) for an interview with WCBS New York. He seems fine with that and says he'll brew me coffee.

2:30- I still haven't eaten anything since my protein shake. I eat a bowl of chili and decide to check my email. My computer is not here. It's in my bag. At the studio. 15 minutes away. I still don't have cell service. I read Calvin and Hobbes and get tomato sauce on the page.

3:30- On my way back from the studio, I pick up a bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon.

4:00- I pour a glass and mix in a little water.

4:05- I take the picture at the beginning of this blog

4:07- I call all my friends who have actual 9-5 jobs and brag that I'm drinking whiskey at 4:07 PM on a Wednesday for no particular reason.

4:15-8:30- I do stuff and eat food. I call and complain to Chelle. She tells me to "man up" and yells at me for drinking whiskey in the afternoon.

8:45- I write this blog to make me feel better about my day.

And I feel much better already. (But maybe it's the Maker's.)

• Date 12/10/2008
• comments 15
• Category lifestyle

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