It was Seeley Booth on Bones who once uttered the phrase "Spread the pain, that's my new motto!" Here in the Bungalow (the lovely home of myself, the other Sarah and Carolina) we firmly believe in spreading our pain. It started off simply: Sarah would smell a scented item that wasn't up to our standards and she'd say "Oh, god, smell that." And I would, and then I'd gag. Then there was the time I returned with mystery flavor Doritos and made them both taste some. The mystery flavor was Mountain Dew and if you think that Mountain Dew should not be made into a Dorito, here's a fun fact: you're right. Occasionally, Sarah will return with a particularly horrific overheard conversation in the bathroom and both Carolina and I will end up with a nauseating mental image and we'll just ask "Why?" And her simple response: "I needed to share my pain."
So today, I'm sharing my pain with all of you and my pain is a promotional t-shirt.
Don't get me wrong, I love promotional t-shirts. I really do. Have a whole bunch of them. In fact I have a whole box of breast cancer awareness t-shirts that are sitting on the floor behind me as I write waiting to be claimed by their owners since they didn't get worn at the walk on Sunday. We went, it was just wet and we favored jackets over t-shirts. I managed to pick up two promotional t-shirts at Dave and Busters last week when WFAN was there. They're great for lounging around the house and they're great for promoting your cause. In fact, according to ASI, shirts are the most commonly owned promotional items, second to promotional writing instruments (which, despite where I work I never seem to have available at home, but that's another blog for another day.) So yeah, shirts...they're awesome. But sometimes, they just don't cut it. Today is one of those days.
I opened up an email blast from NCIS Music (we all know I'm obsessed with NCIS yes?), earlier this morning and read that the clips of the new soundtrack were available. I didn't click through to the website (I had coffee to make and a job to get to) but I did scan the email to see if there was any mention of giveaways. Hey man, I'm all about the swag. After all, it is kinda my job. The email did make mention of the giveaways. Of course it did. In fact it said this:
"Last season, lucky fans won autographed CDs and posters, iPods and exclusive t-shirts. In fact, the winner of our "Special Agent For A Day" contest spent yesterday on the set of NCIS, hanging out, watching as an episode was filmed and
meeting cast members!"
Cue my TV show related contest losing depression. Had I won that, that's what I would have been doing yesterday. And today Keri and I would be laying by a pool fondly reminicising about meeting the cast. Or we'd be crusing LA in a Mustang doing awesome California things. I know what you're thinking. Seriously Sarah, why get whiny over a contest? On any other given day, I wouldn't care. It's just that I was *THIS* close to having that happen.
The Special Agent for a Day Contest required you to change your profile pic on all your social media sites to one of you holding up the NCIS soundtrack. 14 people would be selected and of those 14, ONE would be the special agent for a day. Keri made me an awesome picture (she photoshopped on the words "Gibbs Rule #13: ROCK ON!") Not suprisingly enough (the pic was awesome), I was chosen. Everyone seemed to get pretty excited for me and Keri and we thought we were a shoe-in. Until the final announcement that the girl who's picture was RIGHT NEXT TO MINE was chosen. That day..sucked. ALOT. When my promotional t-shirt arrived in the mail, I glared at it knowing that it was my pity prize. I've come to love it, it's pretty comfy and the NCIS Music logo is kinda cool. I may have even worn it on the day of the season premiere, unless you all think that's cheesy and stupid in which case, I totally didn't do that.
So, I love my shirt. But today, knowing that yesterday I could have been on set with the cast...I could have seen Abby's lab. I could have met Bert! I could have met Ducky. I could have met...McGee. Today, I'm not so much a fan of promotional t-shirts. As a good friend put it, "Well it's a T-shirt ;) Not a trip to La and a hug from Sean....<sigh>" Sigh, is right Bree. Sigh is right.
I shared my pain with Keri this morning who really appreciated it. Her exact words "Thank you for depressing me today. I really appreciate it. Take me down with you." Well Ker, you should have BEEN THERE with me. And since you're not...just had to share my pain.