Juliet's Journal
Jan. 28: Happy Monday!
January 29, 2008
Yayyyy it’s Monday! (All part of a psychological game I play with myself to feel better about the start of the work week)
(Note to bosses: I love my job)
It’s déjà vu — yet another weekend that should have been restful but was not. Friday night was our One Year Anniversary/Renewed for Another Season Party. I didn’t expect anything less than a wild time and that’s exactly what it was. I love these things because it gives us all a chance to talk freely. A lot of old beefs are straightened out at these things. Even some love connections are made, although not with me of course.
For instance, we have a makeup artist named “Seven”. For some reason, we just got started off on the wrong foot with each other, and up until Friday night, we never really talked about it. One of the big problems is, I think we are probably very similar people with big personalities and I think both of us were waiting for the other to smooth things over. But a day turned into a week, a week turned into a month and all of a sudden, we’d gone a fairly long time working closely together but hardly saying much to each other. Anyway, at the party, we started talking and within five minutes we were laughing and both admitting we had each other read totally wrong. It was such a relief to finally get it all out on the table.
It also taught me a lesson. I am very quiet and cranky in the morning typically. I don’t sleep all that well because of my allergies (although it’s getting better thanks to Cingulair) and I usually need a few hours to sort of get out of my sleepy stupor. I’ve worked morning shows for a long time now, and most people have come to accept this as part of my personality. I’m not mean or scream-y…I just don’t really talk. I mumble, and sort of avoid conversation until my head clears. All the coffee in the world doesn’t do what time does. I realized though that Seven (and others) need to know this about me, or they’re going to continue thinking I’m not so cool. I wish I could be better and more bright and cheery but trust me, if it hasn’t happened by now, it ain’t going to happen.
It’s funny how many people opened up to me the other night. I appreciate it immensely because I think I’m a good listener but more importantly I care about them. And I want and need to hear when people have concerns, or people are upset about something. Television, like a lot of businesses, can be treacherous. You need to make sure you surround yourself with people you respect and trust and vice versa. I don’t appreciate backstabbers and I don’t appreciate people who try to play co-workers against each other. We have a great staff and we need to keep morale high because I think we’re going to be around a long time.
Today’s show kicked off with Ric Mimms, former best friend of Drew Peterson. This guy needs to watch his back, although I agree with what Pat Brown, our criminal profiler had to say: Ric has already said pretty much everything he could so it’s not like he needs to be ‘shut up’. Although I’d be worried about vengeance, but that’s a whole other story.
He seemed like a nice, quiet guy — kind of weird since Drew seems like such a boisterous loudmouth. They used to drive around trying to see if Drew’s third wife Kathleen (found dead in bathtub) was cheating on him. He said he and Drew would communicate with each other thru two way radios. I can just picture that:
Drew: “Uh, breaker breaker. The flamingo is flying. I repeat, flamingo is flying.”
Ric: “Check. Flamingo is airborne.”
What the…
He also said Drew never once mentioned he thought Stacey was cheating on him until about a week before she disappeared. I thought that was interesting.
Ric pretty much summed things up when I asked if he thought Drew killed Kathleen. “Yes.” And it was the same answer when I asked about Stacey.
Our guest who drowned and then after nearly three hours, came back to life was fascinating. He really could not articulate what he saw and what he felt when he was in that middle state between life and death. He says there was a middle state, and that he didn’t want to leave that state. He said when he felt he was being pulled back to life he didn’t want to go because the feeling was so good, so peaceful. But when we asked him to elaborate — he really had a hard time. It was hard to see on camera, but he got a little choked up.
Now, cynics (and I admit this crossed my mind) wonder if it wasn’t just the meds he was taking, or some chemical in the brain that secretes upon death…? Whatever it was — he said he doesn’t fear death at all anymore. In fact, I don’t know if you caught this but at the end of the interview he admitted he’d gone snowmobiling again…right back to the same lake in which he nearly died.
I’m going to run. Update on the massage chair: AMAZING. I will never have to go to a real masseuse again. Oh wait, this isn’t MY chair, it’s Doug’s. But trust me, I’m spending a LOT of time at his place.
Six days til Superbowl. Mike was in Kansas this weekend for the KU basketball game and he came back with a vintage Giants t-shirt for me. Awwww. Really cool brand called Retro Sport. So now I have a Manning jersey and this vintage tee. I joked with Doug that I’m going to have to change during halftime so I can get good use out of both. We’re all meeting up at a bar in Hoboken to watch the game on Sunday. Go Giants!
