I received a compliment on Saturday night- "you are far and away the best at what you do". Not to boast, but I'd say that I'm one of the best. Now for the rest of the story. I get a call at 10:30am from the office on Saturday morning saying I had to be on a 12:00 flight to Houston to connect to a flight to San Antonio. One of the trucks in our fleet was having a failure of a major piece of equipment on the truck. Basically the thing that sends the signals to all the places it needs to go.
I was flown in as support as this truck was doing a major sporting event that would have lots of eyeballs watching. This problem needed to be tracked down and fixed. Or at least worked around with minimal impact to the client. I am very good at troubleshooting and coming up with creative solutions to problems. They had been trying for a few hours, and they made the call to get me in. Without really thinking, I did the dutiful thing -- I called my car service guy, packed my briefcase and went to the airport. I've done this type of thing before. When there's a tough problem impacting a large show, I'm one of the people who gets called. Nevermind that this was my off week and I had already worked 4 days of it. This is where I excel.
I land in San Antonio around 5pm, and I'm on site by 6pm. By 8:30 I've worked with the guys there to isolate the problem and get them to a place where they can get to air without a major disruption. Apparently they've had this problem on and off for the past 3 weeks, but never realized that this was going to lead to the total failure that it did. I'm feeling pretty good about myself at this point, and I hear the compliment above. I end up staying with them for the game on Sunday, and fly to Atlantic City on Monday morning so I can at least enjoy some of the Holiday weekend with my parents.
I hang out with them some, and see my dad is having some problems getting around because of his back, but nothing terrible. Tuesday I take the ferry over to go to work (which is a pretty cool thing in and of itself). Here are some pictures of my trip down there.
It's when I get on the ferry that I realized that I fucked up. I think I had the Dog's Eye View song playing in my head too. I had plans with the Lady in Red on Saturday. I didn't call. I didn't write. I just totally blew her off. And this isn't the first time that I've done this. I just called her tonight and left a message trying to explain, but I don't think that's going to be possible.
Then, I get an email on my blackberry from my mom. My dad has scheduled his back surgery, which last I knew would be happening in July, for next Tuesday. I have a meeting in a city that I don't know yet next Monday. I'll then come home for a few hours and then head back to my parents to help out however I can. I'll probably stay with them on Wednesday into Thursday, and then fly out on Friday to wherever my last show is. (I don't know where it will be yet). That's a big giant cluster fuck of a show too, causing multiple headaches.
I just keep focusing on my last day on staff now, thinking it'll all get better then. I've agreed to freelance for the other big show we're doing over the summer, but at least for that I'll be able to sleep in my own bed.