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" I am happy to report that, despite our setbacks, the Tea Party documentary is done! It took everyone working until midnight two nights in a row, and Tex pitching in on editing, but we finished. It&amp;#039;s now in the hands of the client, and if all goes well, we won&amp;#039;t have to touch it again and it will air Monday as scheduled. The mood in the office is one of happy exhaustion. No one is really working today, except Rina, who is getting quotes on furnishing our new office space down the hall. Nate and Rina are going to move into half of it, and the other half will be a conference room. We&amp;#039;re all pretty excited about it. And Nate just called a meeting. Back in a few... Ughhh. The client came back with major changes, which means there&amp;#039;s going to be working this weekend. Which is a problem, because Ben Sr. and Amy are coming. I called Ben. &amp;quot;I have bad news,&amp;quot; I began. &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s wrong?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;We have to reedit the Tea Party doc.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;When?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;This weekend.&amp;quot; There was silence on the other end. I could picture Ben, looking at the ceiling, focusing on his breathing to calm himself. &amp;quot;Should I tell my father not to come?&amp;quot; he asked, through what sounded like gritted teeth. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know,&amp;quot; I said helplessly. &amp;quot;It depends on when our editor gets stuff back to us.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to tell them not to come.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Are you mad?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not happy.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not your fault,&amp;quot; he sighed. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just that I redid my whole standup act\u2026&amp;quot; Ben had originally wanted Ben Sr. and Amy to come up on Saturday, as he was doing Mitchell&amp;#039;s monthly show on Friday. Lori, to punish Ben for inviting them, told Ben Sr. about Ben performing, which of course made Ben Sr. invite himself. Which meant Ben had to kill all of the jokes about his father, which were two-thirds of his act. &amp;quot;I have to go,&amp;quot; Ben said. &amp;quot;I have a meeting.&amp;quot; I hated that we got off the phone the way we did, but I had work to do. I threw myself into it, hoping that by some miracle, we&amp;#039;d get our part all done today and then I could tell Ben never mind. No such luck. We called it quits around 9:45, and we were still only a little more than halfway done. As I was leaving work, I pulled out my cell to check messages, and I had three texts from Ben. Text #1: Sorry I was so short. I know it&amp;#039;s not your fault. I just really want to get this over with. Text #2: They&amp;#039;re coming anyway. Guess I&amp;#039;ll be having some 2 on one time with my dad and my stepmom-to-be. FML. Text #3: I&amp;#039;m not blaming you. I love you.  I texted him back that I loved him, too, and now I&amp;#039;m home and about to pass out. Even though my work schedule hasn&amp;#039;t been as crazy as I&amp;#039;d expected it to be, I still feel guilty when these last-minute issues come up. Especially when it&amp;#039;s a weekend as important as this one. I can&amp;#039;t be a good buffer if I&amp;#039;m not there.  Posted at 11:21 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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