Conversation upon answering an "Unknown" call on my cell phone while at dinner celebrating Kelli's birthday:
Me: "Hello?"
Man's voice: "Paula?"
Me: "Yes?"
Man's voice: "Hello! This is Scott, from "The Weakest Link", and the Producer's want to meet you!"
*sound of my jaw hitting the floor, while trying to form some type of response in my suddenly mushy brain*
Me: "That's great."
*trying not to hyperventilate while pantomining to everyone who/what the phone call is*
(I am now trying to head outside where it isn't quite so noisy.)
Scott: "I am just calling to check your availability. Of the top of your head, what does your schedule look like for the 10th thru 12th of this month?"
Me: "Uhhhh....actually, that really isn't good for me. My son's Introduction Day for Kindergarten is on the 12th."
Scott: "Okay, how is the end of that week looking?"
Me: "Umm, actually he starts Kindergarten on that Friday, but I am good during the middle of that week."
Scott: "Well, you definitely don't want to miss that, so how does the last week of the month look?"
(At this point, I have walked back inside, knowing that everyone inside with me was probably just twitching to know that the hell was going on.)
Me: "Actually, the last week of this month would be great."
Scott: "Okay, great. I will need to get with the producer's and check out their schedule. I was just calling to check your availabilty, and I will be giving you a call back."
Me: "That's great. If it wasn't for the whole Kindergarten thing, you know I would be there on the 10th."
Scott: "I understand. Priorities, you know."
Me: "Exactly."
Scott: "Okay, talk to you soon."
Me: "Okay, thanks. Bye."
Scott: "Bye."
(At least I am pretty sure that is precisely how it went - with all of the stupid "actually's" and everything - but I was a bit brain numb and I may have made most of that stuff up after the "......Producer's want to meet you" bit.)
OH. MAH GAH. Holy mother of all shit. Seriously. Shit. Shit Shit. "The Weakest Fucking Link" fucking called me and want to fly me out to fucking Los Angeles. LA. This month. Oh fuck. That so rocks. I seriously have not processed all of this yet. I mean, I hoped they would call after trying out in Dallas, but I figured in, like, 6 months, not 1 freakin' month. GAH.
So, yeah, I don't think I really "blew it in the first round" AT ALL. Oh man.