Yippee! One Step Closer to "The View"

This morning, I checked my e-mail and there was a message from Kathy D at Channel 3 (our local ABC affiliate). The e-mail said simply, "Call me". I was both scared and ecstatic. Did this mean that she was able to get tickets (VIP passes) to "The View"? Was I one more step closer to a place on the couch? Or did it mean that my last desperate plea was still just that...desperate?

I dialed the main number, played telephone roulette guessing the appropriate extension and after just one ring I felt my destiny was held in the balance. She answered, "Hello." Her tone was cheerful. Not the tone used when one is having a bad hair day. Maybe...just maybe, she has good news. Oh, please, please, please...

"Hey girl, this is Cynthia. So, are you ready for me to clean your office?" This has been kind of a running joke between us. A few weeks ago, after making my initial request, Kathy had to break the news to me that corporate had changed the rules and decided that only ABC employees would be issued VIP passes. "No, problem," I said, "You can hire me and then I'll clean your office!"

She giggled and said that while her office definitely needed some help, she got the "Go" from Wally to request my VIP pass to "The View" and wanted to verify the date with me. She told him that I had a local show and that we had been friends for a long time and she really wanted do what she could to try and get the passes. She was clicking away on her keyboard as we chatted and she told me she had one condition, "Now Cindy, we've known each other a long time and I cannot stress to you how important it is that you NOT pitch anything while you're up there. You have to promise me you will NOT pitch anything."

I tried to remain calm and replied "Don't worry Kathy, I promise I'll be good. I won't do anything stupid. I promise I won't tell them that this is all part of my master plan to become the next new co-host on "The View"."

I was so excited I'm surprised I didn't pinky swear and offer her my first born. Thank God, my first born is now 16 and the baby factory has been shut down for some time now. As she hit the "Send" button she said that she would let me know as soon as she had word on availability. I told her that I was sending out my positive energy, would cross my figures and wait to hear from her.

As soon as we said our goodbyes and the phones clicked off, I immediately did my personal booty dance of joy and squealed (eeeeeee!!) with delight. (...I have got to make a hair appointment Pronto!)