February 02, 2006
Yeah. Much happened.
So I trek to my Weakest Link audition, which is held in a hotel not far from a BBC studio in West London. Hotel not in good neighborhood. Helen fears bad neighborhood. Helen also froze her left breast off walking from tube to hotel (not that left breast was flapping lexposed in Arctic-like wind or anything).
I walk into the hotel and seat in the waiting area, with about 8 others that couldn't be more representative of Weakest Link contestants if we tried. We sat around chatting, and then were called in as a group to audition. It went like this: we had to talk about ourselves for one full minute without stopping (a piece of cake for me. I can take a run-on sentence and make it a ten minute-long monologue about tampons, no problem. A minute on myself? Just open mouth, disconnect brain, and BINGO!) Then we had to take a general knowledge quize of 30 questions in 3 minutes. This was also no problem, and I answered them all within 90 seconds (it helps to be a speed reader. But I know I got at least one wrong because I had NO IDEA which English presenter uses the words "cheap as chips".)
Then we had a fake round of the game, and it wasn't easy. It's not easy, and it's only in a hotel conference room with 8 strangers-I can't imagine what it's like in the studio! Suffice to say I did get one wrong ("Open Sesame" comes from Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. I had blanked on that one and said 1001 Nights. Fuck.) But almost all of us got one wrong, I wasn't the Weakest Link, I banked, and no one tried to vote me off. So there.
Then we had to do an on-camera interview for 5 minutes. We talked about various subjects and one of the producers says to me: You're very articulate. To which my mind immediately screams: You mean for an American? But I do not say this, instead I tamper my defensive reflex down and simply say thank you.
If I actually said all the things that my mind screams, I wouldn't have any friends.
Then it's over. Me with my fancy updo finish up. I'm told I did very well, so I am honestly hopeful that I do hear from them approving me for the show. It would be nerve-wracking but fun.
I ring Angus to tell him all about it. I then ring Peter, my friend and fellow project manager for our Gerbil project. He's getting ready in his hotel, which turns out is only 500 yards away from the museum. I hesitantly ask if I can use his bathroom to get ready in, as otherwise I am stripping down and putting on the formal wear in the bathroom at the audition. He says absolutely and I make my way over (note-I have met his wife and he's met Angus a number of times. There was absolutely nothing that would have gone on between us, we're just mates).
I change in his teeny-tiny bathroom, then come up and finish the makeup and jewelry. He cracks open the minibar and we drink a half-bottle of white wine in the two chipped white coffee mugs and watch an episode of The Simpsons before we go (it was the one where Lisa tries to dress up and be someone else in order to win a beauty pageant. I know that feeling).
Then we went to the Museum of Natural History.
And I honestly had done a coin toss and honestly wore the dress the coin told me to wear (I am susecptible like that.) I wore Dress B.
And I felt BEAUTIFUL.
And I'm also pleased I wore Dress B as it fit in largely with what the few other women were wearing. Since the work I am in is largely technology driven, the women? We are few and far between. My jewelry was 1920's London vintage, a sparkly necklace, bracelet, and earrings.
The evening was amazing. Holding a dinner in amongst the fossils was a perfect venue. Champagne flowed, people talked and laughed, and I spent time with my team, Peter, my manager Jeff, and our senior manager Dan. We sat at our table next to an enormous dinosaur skeleton, with one whole wall lit up to look like stars at night.
Dinner proceeded. I actually had a good time there with my team, and with others on the table on other projects also in competitions. Our category-the "main event", the Dream Job version of the Best Picture Oscar, was dead last in the running order of the evening. Appetizers came from waiters in crisp white jackets, orchestrated by a maitre d' per table who wore an earpiece in his ear, conducting his symphony of staff with exact precision. Peter and I switched to water early on in the evening as all the champagne was going to our heads.
Appetizers turned to dinner. I played with the rose petals nervously in the middle of the table. Other awards were handed out as dinner turned to dessert (which I didn't eat). More awards pass and I play with the sparkly stars strewn around our table. Dessert turns to coffee, then it's our category, the last category of the evening.
The Knighted Chap walks onstage, as he will be the presenter of this award. I've met the Knighted Chap three times prior to this, only it still makes me nervous being around him (Hi Knighted Chap. I grew up in military housing and bought my entire formal attire I am wearing this evening for £43. You have a security detail, bodyguards, and three palatial homes. How you doing?) He goes on the stage and announces the three finalists of Dream Job's highest prize. It was the most hotly competitive category with many entries. The Knighted Chap looks up and says that it's his special honor to present this award to a team he believes earned it and worked so hard.
And then he says my name.
We won.
WE WON!!!!!
Shaking and grinning so hard my head nearly popped open, I grab Peter and Jeff's hands and drag them to the stage, with Dan finishing off the group. I go on stage and receive a handshake and a kiss from the Knighted Chap, and then I grab Peter and give him a bear hug. I grab Jeff and Dan as well as we have a team hug, and I even grab the Knighted Chap in a fit of exuberance and make him join the all-American hugging session too.
There is a webcast on Dream Job's site that shows us hugging and then shows me grabbing Knighted Chap rather exuberantly.
We won.
Fucking hell, we won.
We sit back down.
We've received a plaque, which will go into the new lab we've just built in London for the work we do.
(I was requested to show a plaque-holding photo, and I aim to please. But I've cut out the name of Dream Job and my colleagues posing with me to protect them and myself!)
We won a gold medal made from a London jewelers with our name, the award, and the date on it.
And we won £1000 in shopping vouchers each.
The CEO called me as I was in the cab home to congratulate the project and tell me he was so proud.
It was a lovely evening.
-H
PS-I'm glad I picked the blue dress. There's a May Ball coming up, and I know just the dress to wear to it (*cough*Dress A*cough).
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