After four months dealing with nervous anticipation of rejection, with a simple email, I got the best Christmas gift of all! Dear Frenchy: You are receiving this e-mail because of your application for a ride certification. This note is to let you know that your ride has been approved and...
Recently I received another spam email, this time from a Mr. Elvis Adekunle of Nigeria. Not sure if he is a friend of Mr. James Nunu, The Honorable James Brown, Esther Prakash, or Mariam Hennesey (Mrs.) but he’s a spammer just the same. I wonder if they sit around together in...
I hate flying. Making a living as a TV production whore, flying is an unavoidable; necessary evil that comes along with the job. There are those among us in the TV production brothel that take flying seriously – VERY seriously. For some, their whole sense of self-worth is defined by...
You don’t need as much sleep as you think. This, above all else, is a lesson that I have taken home from Iraq. Every year. I’d say that on average, the crew gets about ten hours of sleep in four days, give or take. I was racking up my dreamless hours when, suddenly, my sound...
It’s Wednesday, 1 AM Baghdad time, and we’re on the ground. Finally. The big group splits off into five smaller groups – four will travel to Forward Operating Bases and entertain the troops, while my group, The Redheaded Stepchildren, get to stay behind to set up the...