So I’ve been MIA for the last week or two and I apologize. It’s been a pretty draining couple of weeks, both mentally and physically, and when I would go to write a post or process pictures I would just fall asleep. I’ve been yelled at over and over again for taking naps that start after 7pm (they seem like a good idea at the time).
But I swear I am not depressed (as my Mom thought) or dead (no one thought that), it’s just been a busy time. And now that my imminent departure is quickly approaching, I am trying to tie up loose ends.
I had big ideas for a post on November 19th because a month from that day Jillian would be returning to the United States for Christmas. When that passed I had HUGE plans for a post on December 2nd because a month from that day Jillian and I will be on a plane on our way to Haiti. But they all passed, and now I have no record of those dates ever happening, so I have now forgotten them all.
But this all began with the White House Crashers, and as the old Chinese proverb said, “The White House Crashers ruin everything.” Last week started with a call on Sunday night asking if I could be out in front of their house the next morning. The idea was to have a shot live between 6-9am in case they came out to talk. That meant leaving for work at 4am. I don’t hate many people, but the crashers are creeping up to the top of the list.
That’s their house, and that’s their limo, and that’s our camera pointed at their vacant house and empty limo. One producer in NY asked over the phone why, if they had so much money, they weren’t spending any of it on landscaping? Good question. But there we were giving them exactly what they wanted, more attention.
The next day I was the pool producer for an interview with Vice President Biden. What that means is that I arranged the logistics for all the major networks to interview Biden with our camera. What that also means is that I had to leave for work this time at 3:30am. We then turned a library at the Naval Observatory grounds from THIS:
Other than one of Biden’s top aides farting loudly during one of the interviews, the morning went really well. And no, there is nothing I can do to make Biden not look like a California Raisin (…Andy).
Thursday meant a live shot with Admiral Mike Mullen, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I walked into the Pentagon and met two women who both told me my Father had hired them. “Then why aren’t you giving me more interviews!” I wanted to scream at them. “You owe me this!” . If only I could say that my Dad could fire them too.
At the end of that day my Dad, Tammy, and I jumped on a plane for Jacksonville, FL to celebrate my Dad’s 50th by hitting some golf balls into the water at TPC Sawgrass. It was a great cap to a crazy week that I’ll post on later.
So there it is, photographic proof that I wasn’t just slacking on the blog just to slack. Jillian will be here in 11 days, I will be leaving my job in 15 days, and we move down to Haiti together in 25 days. It’s all coming just as fast as everyone was warning me it would, but for some reason it’s caught me off guard. Expect more panicked posts soon.