wait loss

could it be?...is it possible?...can this really be happening???

i think...dare i write it?...that the waiting – all the hours and hours and hours and hours of mind-numbing, spirit-killing waiting – is finally, FINALLY over.

(i’ll wait, but only for one more moment, while you wipe away your tears.)

yes, folks, it seems as though, through some freaky cosmic aligning of the planets or as a means of proving the “meh things come to those who wait a really long time” theorem, as of tomorrow i will no longer have any celebrity publicists for whom to wait for the month-long thorn in my side that has been the famous-canadians story.

today, in rat-a-tat-tat fashion, the remaining four publicists ALL returned my days- or weeks-old emails and phone calls and – OMG, really!?! are you KIDDING me?! – they ALL had good news. the last four interviews are f**king scheduled! done and DONE. *sob*

sweet mother of all that is good and holy, i cannot wait to finish this story, and this final round of confirmations gets me one step closer to the light at the end of this dark, depressing tunnel. no more endless phonecalls in search of contact information. no more drafting pleas for interviews to “famous” but evidently overly selective canadians who should be thrilled that anyone, anywhere wants to hear what they have to say about anything. no more grains of sand dropping through the hourglass as i drum my fingers on my desk and stare at my phone, willing it to ring. i almost want to cry, i’m so happy.

now, i know that my relief may be short-lived, because situations like these – where someone’s asshatty PR rep behaves like some kind of omnipotent gatekeeper – pop up all the time in my line of work. but, hopefully, i won’t ever have to deal with DOZENS of them all at the same time for the same story ever again.

to borrow from linda (and napoleon dynamite): GOSH!

in related news, these final confirmations also freed up my evening, so i joined my theatre-loving friend laura for another Fringe show. tonight’s offering? Geek-Gasm, the comic story of two fanboys running amok at a sci-fi convention. the show, while cute, is clearly geared towards a very specific demographic, and is filled with more comic/sci-fi/fantasy references than you can swing a lightsabre at. (if, for example, you know what the object to the right is, chances are Geek-Gasm is for you. i didn’t know what it was before the show, but i do now.) your neighbourhood trekker will love it. me? meh.

when we emerged from the venue, the skies looked as though the apocalypse was nigh. weird, scary cloud formations, strong winds and a serious drop in temperature made it clear the lord was about to smite us all...or, you know, a thunderstorm was a'brewing. so we fled.