Every job has its quirks. One that comes with being on the air is that as per the FCC, leaving the building during one’s show for any reason short of a fire or other disaster is not an option if yours is the name signed on the control room log. Since I work right through the noon hour & not eating regularly makes me one cranky, spacy mezzo, I always have lunch while I’m on the air. I tend to brown-bag, or at least Bento box, on a regular basis, a good thing since doing so ensures that I’ll make healthy food choices. Well, most of the time. Those Goldman’s brownies (amazingly tasty & left over from their very generous contribution to last weekend’s fundraiser) simply will not stop calling my name. With my An die Musik Live! cabaret show coming up next week & two diva dresses to fit into, I see some intense workouts in my future.
When friends invite me out to lunch during the week, I laughingly turn them down – “Sorry, I have a previous commitment!” If you happen to be noshing during my show, however, I guess we’re on a lunch date after all. Bon appetit!
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