My 15 minutes of fame

Today is hectic. I arrive at the store at 6:30 am to walk through the floor and gather my thoughts. The camera crew is supposed to arrive at 8:30 am to film. My stomach is in knots and I feel like my heart is in my throat. I am nervous. It is Wednesday and I have already worked 50+ hours. They finally arrive. Turns out reality tv isn't all that real after all. After a quick meeting, my boss volunteers me as the "host" or on camera guinea pig. I vow aloud I will never forgive such an act, in spite of an offer for free lunch. This sucks. So I do the song and dance for 2 freakin' hours. Exhausted, I sign a release form, which, in plain english, I am certain means I just sold my soul to Satan at this point. Everyone is excited and can't wait to watch it. All I can think is holy shite....everyone is going to see my monstrous ass up close and my big black circles. Ugh. Sorry, if I can't get excited about it, but I am way too self conscious to feel otherwise.

On a lighter note...I saw bagel boy and we had our morning flirtation. I played the smile card one more time. He had a hearty smile for me too. I feel so much better being girly and lighthearted after the chaos of the past few hours. As I am walking back to my store, I find myself wondering what it would be like to see him outside of the bagel shop. Would he be as witty and charming as he is in the shop? What kind of things would we talk about? Foolishness...pure foolishness. The best part of the day was my fifteen minutes of fame in the bagel shop and not in front of the camera for the Discovery Channel. Am I lame?