WTF was I thinking again? Sitting outside the control room @ KOMO waiting to go on. It’s the 5th floor, I spent my entire time working here on 4, in the newsroom, not the studio. It all just feels wrong.

I started the AM losing my favorite scarf somewhere between my car and my desk… So now I’m sitting out here, feeling out of place, almost ready to cry. I got to catch up with my old boss, but I think it’s better that I don’t go see the others yet. Betting I will cry since I haven’t seen anyone since Kathi passed and my surgery. Then again, maybe I’ll keep my big girl panties on and be just fine.

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OK- There was no crying, the camera added a LOT of pounds, and I can’t believe no one told me to take out my hands-free so I look like a total idiot there, but it was not HORRIBLE. I didn’t get in a shout out to the support I’ve had from the sidekick’s colleagues at Cedarcrest HS, but I didn’t call out my blog either… which is kind of a mixed  blessing.  I’ve been most nervous about sharing this more publically, since I feel like I’m pretty naked here.  It’s like the picture (which they used) that I shared of me bald after dinner last night with my awesome bald clients.  That was a big deal for me to share, since it exposes a vulnerablity I’m not 100% comfortable with.

So here’s the link to where my awesome friends at KOMO posted the interview on their site.

And I got to hang out with some of my old friends for about an hour, which was awesome too.  Lots of hugging, I didn’t cry at all, and for anyone I didn’t go see in person, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to, I just didn’t want to interrupt the work that I know you were all doing.  Consider this an e-hug if I missed anyone in person. {{{ninja}}}

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