One of my job roles is to act as a local PR person for the company I work for, which includes an occasional appearance on local television. I had one such date on Monday - my second overall - and it went, er, not quite as I had hoped.
Let me just give you a little chuckle for your Thursday afternoon:
When I got there, it was a completely different crew than I had worked with the first time, so I instantly became nervous again. While on air (it was a 5-minute live segment), I wanted to use my phone to show a helpful app that pertained to the topic. I had everything ready to go and the camera rolled. In the 4 minutes and 43 seconds that I was on live TV, didn't someone text me. Luckily, the sound was off, but it was distracting to both myself and the anchor and left me fumbling to get back into the app I had so carefully set-up before the segment.
THEN, the mic pack that they used had a broken clip. One of the producers just tucked it into my waistband, where I honestly thought it would be fine. Um, no. About 30 seconds in, I felt a slightly odd ... and surprising ... sensation at the mic pack slipped into my skirt. It continued ever-so-slowly sliding down my butt and eventually out the bottom of my skirt. Are you kidding me?! Thankfully, it didn't unplug and just hung there for the rest of the segment.
Needless to say, I felt like a complete ass when I left. Holy palm-to-face moment. I was a nervous wreck until I got home and was able to see the segment. THANK GOODNESS for cut-away shots, because you truly can't tell what was going on at all. Although, I did manage to call veggies fruit. Oops.
At the end of the day, my PR manager thought it was great. Phew!
JCPenney jacket, $10 (get the look)
Target tank and skirt, $8 and $13 (get the look)
Seychelles Accent heels, $55 (get them here)
Ability to humiliate myself in seemingly normal and simple situations, priceless
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