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My Lord What a Day!

December 9, 2004 by

Shot the infomercial today, had actually forgotten about it so I am glad I actually work on the site of the studio, otherwise I would have been in the cactus when they rang to try and find me…

It is disconcerting to be referred to as the ‘talent’, to be shunted from pillar to post getting hair and makeup done, and the clothing pored over and allocated.

Of course it is more disconcerting to actually be on camera and have to answer questions on the spur of the moment… It seems as though trying to prepare was fruitless… By the time I was questioned I couldn’t even remember one of the tracks I was supposed to have listened to… gulp.

It was fun, it will be interesting to see whether my footage ends up on the final commercial… I am not too concerned if it doesn’t… Then I won’t be embarassed by looking like an idiot…

In other news, the Countdown is going well, we had another extended conversation tonight… I wonder if we might even be quite relaxed with each other by the time the next 8 weeks are done… Time will tell I guess… In the meantime the first week has gone very quickly, I am sure the rest will too…

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Stuffed

December 9, 2004 by

Where I come from, stuffed usually means tired, evervated, knackered … Here it means full, replete to the point of excess…

For me, today, I am claiming both meanings for myself… At two parties I have eaten enough to feed a small 3rd world nation and I am climbing into bed at midnight.

Our staff Christmas ‘do’ was at a fine harborside restuaurant serving Sydneys finest seafood *gags* fortunately for us old testament eaters there was a delish lamb all served silver service and with lots of lovely non alcoholic drinks (I work for a church… remember?). It was all lovely, and yummy and very chatty etc but the piece de resistance of the meal was the massage.

Yep, you heard read me right, the massage.

3 Minute Angels came and spread their brand of Christmas cheer and gave us all 5 minute neck and shoulder massages…

Mmmmmm bliss… Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzz

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Today is another Day

December 7, 2004 by

Well, colour me happy the count can hold up his end of a conversation… It might not turn out so badly after all…

Funny how someone can be different at work than at home!!

Of course tomorrow is another day as well.

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Capable is a Mill Stone

December 6, 2004 by

Hard to know what to post today without being rather reflective. But am going to post anyway…

I have come face to face with the end of my capabilities and am in that awkward place where one has to say to God “ok, you take it from here”

I am not comfortable with that place.

Nope

Not at all.

Not even a little bit…

I am way too capable for my own good most of the time and tend to manage very well on my own. But now I am in a job I can’t do with my eyes closed …

Now I am living with a guy who has no idea about living with other people… He hasn’t said 2 words to me today, and we work AND live together… I know it’s just his way but trying to share my living space with someone so self contained is like living with the invisible man. You can tell that he is there, you can feel his presence, but you can’t connect with him.

Not my ideal way to live really…

A bit lonely even.

Then, I go to church on Sunday evening, not because I really feel like it but because my soul feels COMPELLED to go and it was awesome in a “God is on my case” kind of way. Which is also totally terrifying to a capable sort of girl.

I’m aware that to go ahead I have to come to the end of me or else I will be stuck right here the same as I ever was, and I know there is more to me than that… But to go ahead is to leave myself in the hands of God and that is where the capable control freak freaks right on out of here…

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