Part XII: When Everything Comes Together... Only to Fall Apart

As a journalist, you spend half your time chasing down interviews. Phone calls, e-mails and even in-person visits sometimes don't even make a dent in the armour of the non-responder no-commentor. Sometimes you just want to bang your head against a wall or throw yourself down a flight of stairs. Then there are those days. Those days where everything falls into place perfectly. Your interview subjects agree to interviews are enthusiastic and having a flexible schedule. The perfect storm of awesome. Today, was one of those days.

So far this week I've secured nine interviews for the next two weeks. Nine. In three days. Not counting the time it took to do the first two yesterday. A feat unto itself. I've scheduled them all in nicely, including three interviews on Friday. Sprinkled around this copious flapping of gums are activities like rock climbing and sea kayaking. All in the name of the film of course. Ahh, thank you Parks Canada.

Where the magic happens. Tres messy.


By 1:30 my day was going swimmingly. I got my pitches finished and sent out for feedback, had a pre-interview with a resident of Tadoussac and author, and was flying through schedule organization.

Then it happened. (DRAMATIC PAUSE)

Right before the big first conference call I met with my supervisor, and boy, was he ever not enthusiatic about my ideas. This one kernel of doubt exploded in to a popcorn of worry. How's that for a metaphor.... now I want a snack.


**10 minutes later**

Mmmm.... nachos. Where was I? Oh right, the downfall of my day. So I went into the conference call a little worried about my pitches. Would they be rejected? Would my Parks Canada life as I know it be over? Ugh, I felt like I needed some sort of hearty shake and a slap across the face. "You got this far," I can hear my voice of reason saying, "you got this job for a reason. Now just DO IT."

So from now on, I'm going rogue. A commando unit. A lone wolf in the wolf pack. I'm just going to throw myself into my stories and PROVE that I belong here. That's right world, I'm going to kick down your door, put you in a headlock and take your children hostage. Watch out, here I come.

So as I always try with my roommates at the end of the day, I'm going to focus on the awesome. So, I'm kickin' back, havin' a glass of wine and looking up the world's address.

Bring it.

A musical rendition of my mood. Thank you Disney.