I was doing satellite feeds, and I was asked to train a new hire who had to be "fast tracked." I was also told I might have to cover some satellite feeds next week while co-producing, as it might be a bit much to expect the new hire to do both San Francisco and San Diego because "she doesn't know the roads down there" (like I do?). I showed her how to do both, telling her "just remember to say 'the' in front of the San Diego highway names." Up here we just say "northbound 5 at 101." In southern California they'd say it as, "on the northbound 5 at the northbound 101" (italics merely for visual emphasis).
Elaine, who was co-producing, got held up at the doctor's office, so Teri Rouse suggested our new hire do Elaine's Santa Rosa classic rock and hip-hop stations since she'll have to do that shift next week at least once. She had watched Elaine do it, but she was getting thrown in, "trial by fire" style, so she asked for my help. I calmly obliged, pointing out where I'd put my own notes so she could do stuff, and showing her where she could find what she needed. I also showed her how to set up the station feed, setting it up in the process. I nearly missed my satellite feeds doing this (all while appearing totally calm, mind you, because I didn't need to add to her nervousness).
When 5pm came around, I was shaking from the blood sugar wonkiness and from the adrenal rush I'd been hiding. I checked with Bob the producer before I left, as I'll be filling in for him all next week (folks have already taken to calling me "Bobette"). This means I'll be working 5am-9am, then 3pm-7pm every day next week (except Tuesday, where I'm taking the afternoon off to go to the KLIV holiday party).
I now need to finish my dress for the holiday party. I figure I've got the rest of tonight, most of tomorrow, and most of Tuesday to finish it, as I'm thinking of just staying in SF Monday between shifts. Dave has volunteered to clean out the refrigerator that day, and I'm thinking of offering to help just to make sure he doesn't throw out my food because he doesn't see where I wrote my name on it.