It's the Night before Christmas, and tomorrow I'll be filling in anchoring.
Anchor is such a nautical word.
An anchor is y'know, the news dude or lady who sits behind the desk during your favorite newscast.
You'll recognize them as having a far superior wardrobe, hair style and higher salary than the rest of us.
In the News Biz, those of us who aren't full time anchors look at filling in on Christmas day one of two ways.
A. You're elated with the possibility of 'knockin em' dead and proving your talents behind the desk (potentially for the 1st time)
B. You consider the order as 'bottom of the totem pole' as it comes.
"Stacy, Greg, Cindy, Bobby, Carole and Marcia all want the day off so, you're up Alice".
I hope that Brady Bunch reference didn't leave you scratching your head.
I'll never tell which way I look at this coming Christmas shift.
But I will tell you I'll be tackling it with a couple pop-up pimples on my lower jawline.
Why get 1 when I can have 3.
That's the most absurd thing about this wicked skin condition of mine.
I can never get off easy with just 1 big zit. They attack in packs. Packs of 3, Packs of 6 like hot dog buns, then together plan out their attack, and pounce on their prey.
I'm a wounded rabbit. My skin cells can sense that I will be putting my mug on camera in a rare opportunity to head up the newscast from behind the desk.
This could lead to more filling-in..it could lead to recognition that I'm pretty darn good at this from the higher up's.
OR with big puffy red zits, it could lead to being yanked off the desk and politely being asked to get my skin under control. My biggest baddest fear.
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