One of the interesting things about this job is that every day is different. Some days, I'll grant you, are more different than others. Friday was one of those days.
In case you missed Meredith's week, let me give you a quick recap. On Tuesday, she fell and banged her head on the ice during a segment with Will Ferrell promoting his movie, Blades of Glory.
On Thursday, Meredith woke up and discovered that her front teeth had somehow gotten chipped (some people think her noggin hitting the ice was directly related to her teeth problem).
So that brings us to Friday. Meredith has already blogged about what happened when Eric Jackson, the overnight researcher, and I were in her dressing room that morning around 5:50 a.m. (Read that before you continue)
Now I'd like to back up a little more than two hours.
I get into the office around 4:30 a.m. each day, and I sometimes have trouble getting up in the morning. So I have two alarms -- the first one goes off at 3:30, the second at 3:45.
But about 10 minutes before the first one was to go off, my cell phone started ringing. I rolled out of bed, stumbled across my apartment and looked at the caller ID -- "Restricted #," it said. I obviously didn't know who that was, so I answered it.
"Eric?" the voice on the other end of the line tentatively asked.
"No, actually this is Dan," I responded. "Meredith?"
It was indeed Meredith, and she was looking for Eric to help her with a computer problem. Unfortunately for me, Eric was at work, and I was asleep at home.
Meredith was very apologetic about blasting me out of bed (and it clearly wasn't a big deal since my alarm was about to go off anyway), but I suppose she shouldn't have been surprised when her hair dryer started sparking and I didn't jump to her defense.
Don't mess with my sleep, Meredith!