On Wednesday I had an interview with a consummate interviewer, who had sooo many amazing things to tell me I just sat slackjawed and was glad I didn't have to take notes because I had Chris' handy recording device which looks like a taser. It's good to take along something that looks like a taser and put it on the table when you're interviewing someone. Puts them right at ease. Since the interview took place in a recording studio (not mine), my interviewee cued up "don't tase me, bro!" to start us off.
I had given myself a full 36 hours to write my story and had written the whole thing inside my head by the time I settled in for the actual typing part. Cup of tea, laptop. Ready? Set? Go!
me: Why can't I hear anything?
Chris: Did you look at the meter when you were recording?
I had the taser set to "line-in" instead of "mic-in" which in plain speak means the taser was humming along happily to itself and paying no attention whatsoever to the conversation at hand. Which is fine for a taser but not so fine for a recording device. I have a 36 minute mp3 of absolute silence.
Lucky for me, I had two more interviews set up and all the time in the world to write the stories, assuming I didn't need to sleep, eat or shower. Which explains why this may sound like I have had not enough sleep and am cruising on adrenaline. HI!
Oh, and when I originally set up the interview I left a voice message with all the information anyone could possibly need. Except for my phone number. Forcing her to call around and get my number. Very professional.
AND I took the call wherein she busted me for not leaving my number while I was standing next to a Real Live Journalist, who was lining up his own sources and making sure he left his number. I don't work in an office, so this was a fairly random occurrence (we were both on the trail of wifi). He then began writing his column and let me tell you I have never heard anyone type so fast or with such gusto. He must need to replace his keyboard bimonthly.
I have a serious lack of typing vigor.
I have a serious lack of typing vigor and I lunched an interview. I am thinking of taking up bowling.
But oh! Why didn't I think of this sooner? I will sell the original interview on eBay. I for one would pay a great deal of money for 36 minutes of absolute silence.
Unless you're calling to tell me about what you lunched at work. And then I'm all ears.