Mr. DeMille...

So, I come back to the office around lunchtime today, minding my own business, when I see there's a message on my phone. I've got a few minutes before my next meeting, so I check the voicemail. It's a woman from the Marketing/PR department of the hospital...

I took a class a couple weeks ago from a local magician/comedian who wanted to teach interested hospital employees a few basic tricks, which we could use to break the ice and connect with kids who are feeling anxious about being at the hospital. Since Child Life is all about distractions and helping kids to engage their own inherent coping skills, many of us have signed up for the class, but it just so happened that my class was the very first one.

It seems that the local paper has gotten wind of what's going on, and wants to do a story on it. They are going to profile the guy teaching the class, and also want to interview somebody who has taken the class and can put the value of it into everyday use. The Marketing/PR lady called my director, who pointed her my way. Said director then advised me that I should "be prepared for pictures..."

ACK!!! There's essentially no wiggle room in my budget these days, and I need an emergency eyebrow wax! Dammit!!