Have you ever been looking forward to something and it doesn’t quite work out the way you’re expecting? That’s probably an understatement, but, eh, it happens to the best of us.
I literally uttered the words, “Can’t talk, I’m headed home, tomorrow is going to be the biggest day of my life!!” I meaaaaaan, I was daring the universe to mess with me.
To backtrack, I was walking to my apartment and saw friends across the street, who motioned for me to come over, and as I mentioned above, I yelped back that I couldn’t join them.
They were like, “Oh, okay, what’s up?” Told them I had an interview, and they wished me luck. They thought I had a job-o interview, but that wasn’t the case, it was the other way around, I was asked to attend an on-camera film junket and conduct the interview.
I was confirmed to cover the film The Ten, starring Paul Rudd and a bunch of other familiar faces. This story is clearly reminiscent, the film came out in 2008, if you need a little reminder, here’s the trailer:
Okay, I head home. I had typed out my questions, gluesticked them onto DIY index cards. I’m all set, ready to go, right? It was time to relax and wind down.
The TV was on, and it was raining in the program. The thing is, I thought to myself, “Wow, that rain sounds really real.” I put the TV on mute, thinking it was raining outside.
But, I definitely heard raindrops. It sounds like, “It’s. Raining. IN. My. Apartment.?” aka, “The call is coming from inside the house.”
Yep. It was. I lived in a studio apartment at the time. It wasn’t all that big, shaped in an “L.” I walked around the corner, into the hall, to the kitchen, and there were droplets coming from the season. Not like one or two drips, like full-fledged rain forest.
It was SO odd.
The droplets only lasted a few minutes, because as I gazed up, the ceiling fell through and then water started GUSHING.
And, what do you do? Panic? There was no time to panic!
I ran to the back of the building and grabbed a huge garbage can, on wheels luckily. And raced it back to the kitchen. I left the one garbage can in place, and ran back to get a second. By the time I returned, the first was half full. I took that one to the back and emptied it into the outdoor area.
I couldn’t let it fill up all the way, or I wouldn’t be able to move it. So, I did this one-girl assembly line, filling and emptying the two garbage cans.
At this point, the fireman had arrived. They explained the sitch, the water heater above mine exploded and was coming through my apartment. They had turned the water off as a temporary fix for the moment. They asked, “Why didn’t you call us?”
Errr, I didn’t know I could call 911 for maintenance issues. And, to be honest, my hands were pretty full.
So, I have a little chat with the fireman. I was standing in the doorway of my apartment. I pivoted, about to turn to enter the apartment, barefooted… and, one of the firearm, instinctly, grabbed me by my arms and kept me right where I was.
He goes, “Look down,” which I did, there was a puddle of water. And, then he goes, “Look up,” which I did, there were live wires, sparking, right above. Shall we say, whew.
So, we go into the hall, where it’s safe. The fireman explain I can’t stay at the apartment, there’s too much damage. I phone a friend, and sort out a place to sleep. I check back in with them, and one of the fireman was like, “You’re surprisingly calm during all of this.”
I was just like, “Oh, yeah, tomorrow was supposed to be the biggest day of my life. This is pretty typical, for something to get in the way.” Insert shuddler shrug and awkward giggle.
Oh. No. He wanted me to still have a great day. And, I did.
It was about 10 o’clock at night when all the activity started. I was able to get ahold of a friend, and arrange to sleep on his couch. I grabbed a pillow and throw blanket and walked to his.
When I arrived, I realized a photobooth picture of myself and three friends from growing up had attached itself to the throw.
This is a side-note, but it makes me think of a small child, with a blankie, walking around with a picture of his parents when they go out to dinner.
Okay, back to the story. The black and white picture made me laugh. But, to be quite honest, I was wiped out.
It was a rough sleep, but the next day I got up, got ready and went to the junket, and did my thing…
It wasn’t the biggest day of my life, but it was definitely memorable.
And, here’s the end result with the actual interview:
Luckily, it was one-camera, and you only hear my voice. Versus two-cameras, and I’d be filmed, too. I say “luckily” because I did get myself to the junket on time, but I was a little worse for wear.
*If junket is a new term to you, we’ll outline what happens during a typical press day in the upcoming post.*
Like, this day to me was a big deal, because I was asked to do something I had never done before, appear on-camera and interview these film folks.
It was kind of a good life lesson, though, like one single day isn’t going to determine the rest of it. They all add up. Just gotta keep at it, plugging along, even if the ceiling falls through… !!
Thanks for reading this story, catch up with you soon.