Problem number one solved, but not without a whole lot of anxiety.
I got home to a candle lit house and G sitting on the couch reading on his phone. We looked through the fridge & cupboards trying to figure out what we could eat. We have a gas stove so G turned on the gas and lit a match while I crossed my fingers and stepped out of the kitchen. Nothing blew up so at least we were able to make dinner. My phone was close to dying so I pulled out my laptop and plugged it in to charge there because I knew that things were changing by the minute with our Tuesday morning shoot. We had agency and client flying in from Montreal and I don't think any of them realized just how bad things were until they tried to fly out on Monday night. That's when the emails started flying and my phone started ringing. The lounge we were supposed to shoot in at Pearson had become a holding zone for stranded travelers, all of which I'm sure would NOT have been thrilled to see us at 8:00 am the following morning. So at 10:30 at night, I'm sitting on my front porch in my pj's (the only place my cell was getting reception) making calls to my crew and photographer to tell them that our 7:00 am call time had been postponed.
My gym didn't have power so a workout wasn't going to happen. I thought about running but sleep won out. I hoped that maybe I'd be able to swing a run on Tuesday night.
I tried to drive into work and it took me 30 minutes to get about 3km so I turned around, went home and worked from the comfort of my couch. At 12:30 pm I get a phone call that our client has secured a plane for that evening and the Lounge for the next morning. It was go time once again. Cue rising stress level. So much for my Tuesday run and my Wednesday morning swim. We shot in the plane (a Boeing 777) until almost midnight (I have to say, that was pretty freaking cool!) and I had to be back at the airport for the Lounge shoot at 7:00 am.
|Seats I'll probably never sit in!|
|How could I possibly be in a bad mood after this?|
All Work + No Play x One Run = A Much Happier Lady. That's some common sense mathematics right there.
Have you ever had those moments where you are so stressed that just NEED to get out and DO something?