So yesterday my PD calls and is all "Hey, so you interested in riding in the Sarah Palin motorcade and rolling with the press corps all day tomorrow?" and I'm all, "Did you not know who you hired when you offered me a job at your station?" and he was all "Great! It's settled!"
And then I was happy.
And then there was a period of time when I wasn't so happy because I had several different people telling me several different things, one of which was "No, you can't come, but you can stand and wave at the airport and then we'll see you at the rally afterwards."
But me being who I am, which is irrationally tenacious, I'm back on the motorcade and will be rolling with people way above my league for the majority of tomorrow. Were I not so naive perhaps I'd be nervous. But I'm not! I'm a person! And they're all people, too! And we all put our pants on one leg at a time!
"I put my pants on just like the rest of you -- one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records."
Shut up, fake Bruce Dickenson.
One of them told me that there wasn't anything to cover at
that time but hi, riding along with the VP candidate on the way to a historic
debate with the potential to fire off one question or glean something from the
corps? I disagree. The Midwest McCain campaign director called me a bit ago to
confirm the above and I went all classic talk radio with "LISTEN TO ME
OVERSHARE! I can talk for FOREVER!" and when
we I were was done
talking she literally said "Oookay!"
Ohmyword I wish I were joking. But I'm not! Story of my life! Invite me to your parties!
I'm terrified that I'll get to the airport and Secret Service will tackle me or something and put a hole in my leggings. That I am wearing. With a nice long sweater and boots. Because I get cold and it's going to be a long day. Or that all the news hounds in their suits who chase the trails daily will laugh at me. The anxiety level is right up there with my first day of kindergarten.
The following day we're guests at a fundraiser dinner
with President Bush. I'm not joking. When I get nervous I tend to prattle on
with never-ending conversation to the point where the people listening want to
die. It's a diversion from my nervousness. I am a master strategist.
I've a journalism background, so getting it together and plowing ahead and
sticking recording devices in people's faces is not unfamiliar territory for
me.I sound dramatic because it's late and I took a nighttime sinus pill. Kittens with eyepatches are circling my head.
I'll be on air early tomorrow morning and covering the debate tomorrow night in some capacity for the station. I'll also be on Twitter tomorrow if you want to follow along.
So, after spending my entire morning in the hot mess that is Wash U and seeing firsthand the MASSIVE amount of problems they're having with credentialing; listening to some big wig from NBC scream out a volunteer because he flew in from New York and his creds had gotten messed up; hearing volunteers complain about loose security and the severity of the massive credentialing screw up; seeing that my name wasn't listed on the pool list; and realizing that while I may be in the motorcade, I wouldn't be able to get off the press bus as my particular creds only extended so far. As Palin is not taking any questions before the debate, I decided that I'm not going to sit on a press bus for five hours with no wifi and unable to make a phone call, because the signals will be jammed, just to say that I was in the motorcade. I would see her exit her plane and get in her limo and that's it. No chance to ask a question.
I'll be on air doing pre-debate from 7-8pm and at the rally tonight, but to say that I'm aggravated is perhaps, the understatement of the year. I rearranged not only my schedule, but Chris and the boys' schedules for this. Liam is missing Spanish. I didn't even get to see them off before they went to their grandparents and I won't see them again until tomorrow evening. I am very uncomfortable with that. One of the reasons I have my work, my living, situated the way I do is so that I can put parenthood first. I failed on that today and it upsets me and pisses me off because running around chasing this stuff and being jerked around is a candle to the roaring fire that is the importance of my kids.