I wanted a cocktail and a decent omelette. That’s all. After my morning…was that too much to ask?
I ended up cracking an egg and it spilled on the floor and my pj’s.
Fuck this shit. It feels like the universe was crapping on me.
I recorded Amazing Race and Top Chef last night. I fast forwarded to Top Chef. I needed to see home. The chefs had to cater a wedding for two adorable guys and I loved watching something that reminded me of my own happy day. And what I love about the reality show – in comparison to the Apprentince, the Amazing Race, even my beloved Project Runway…Top Chef is all about the food. You can’t BS someone’s taste buds. I think that’s great! And it makes this show a fantastic test of culinary genius.
After finishing my lemon-pepper cheese omelette with smoked sausage and a couple of ginger-ale whiskey cocktails – I’m in a better mood.
At work…I didn’t have net access and that was brutal. We stayed calm and we managed to get a show together. Somehow.
In the last half-hour – we lost sound on tape. You’ve got to be bloody joking me. We rebooted the system and we got our lives back to normal. I must have had two near heart attacks this morning. Hopefully, it didn’t show. God I hope not. I stayed positive. I believed in my morning crew – and we kept going…I let my boss know what’s up and he sounded like he understood the techie demons were out to get me. Which is jacked up since I do my best to work within the parameters of the programming….and still – i get bit in the ass.
It’s bedtime soon.
I sent Daisy to daycare at nursery stafford…simply because I need sleep. But I know life will be better when she comes nibbling into my life this afternoon.