Rather, my silence is due to the TV crew that is currently absorbing all of my attention, prompting me to work eight days in a row (and yesterday was an 11-hour day that began at 6:30 a.m.), wake up at 4:40 a.m. due to early morning dear-god-have-I-forgotten-something panic attacks and lose my appetite to the point where the only thing I want to ingest is green juice.
And this madness will continue for another 48 hours.
A few things I have learned throughout this process:
There is no time to wash dishes or throw anything in the trash. Collecting empty beverage containers on your desk is much easier.
What a jib is.
It is completely possible to have your cell phone, desk phone and text messaging all go off at the same time, while you are already on a phone call.
It is also completely possible to be expected to simultaneously write a draft, look for a logo, pick up bottles of wine, order a banner, call three people, plan an event and hunt down wardrobe items.
Camera crews look like they just rolled out of bed for a reason. With each day of filming, my fashion has become progressively worse. By Thursday I will likely be wearing pajama pants, a sweatshirt, clogs and a fanny pack.
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