Catching up - for the last five
Hearing, Sight, Taste, Touch, and Smell. The five senses. Which would be the worst one for you to lose, and why?
Losing any of my five senses would be a bad thing, mainly because I do some much that having to take the time to learn how to function without one of the senses would be awful.
But in thinking about it, what is losing the sense of taste or smell verses losing the sense of touch, sight or hearing? One can live without smelling the fragrance of roses or tasting the sweet nectar of a peach; and truthfully, what does one need the sense of touch for. It may be nice to feel the gentle lapping of water as you walk along the edge of the ocean, but once can get by without that.
In my line of work, seeing and hearing are both equally important, though hearing is the main sense that I use every day. If my sight was gone, I suppose my friends would help me if I were suddenly blind; and though it would be difficult, I could still do my job.
But if I lost my hearing, fielding questions from the press would be a challenge. I can just see the press room now, utter chaos. And of course, I’m sure Leo would just miss the chance to yell at me; and the President would have to find a new way to bore enlighten me with trivia.
Oh what fun, a desert island! Let me see, what oh what would I take with me. *sits and ponders* Well, I would want to have one of those little survival kits with everything from matches to a pocket knife to bars of soap. That would take care of all the basics. After that, I’d probably want a cargo ship full of goldfish crackers with bottles of water attached to each bag; that’d take care of food and drinking water. And finally, Danny. Oh wait, you asked three things, not who. Hmm. How about a huge notebook with pens attached so I can write down my thoughts. Boy, taking only three things can be fun.
This is an easy question. The day Toby showed up at my house in California to ask if I’d join President; (at that time Governor) Bartlet as their Press Secretary. Sure it wasn’t like I had anything better to do, having just gotten fired from the PR firm, but climbing out of that pool and hearing Toby out changed my life. If I hadn’t joined the campaign, I wouldn’t have met well, everyone. I mean I knew Toby and Andi from before when Toby and I had worked on the other campaigns, but I can say that I now have the dearest friends from working in the White House.
I’m sure I would have found a job that was somewhat gratifying, but working in the White House; it’s a once in a lifetime career.
It’s hard to pinpoint one moment in my life that I’d like to change. Well no, there is one but I’d rather not talk about that yet. I don’t know, I’ll have to think about this.
It depends on the type of confrontation.
If you come after me in a professional sense in my press room, I’m going to make you look small and inferior. I’ve done it before and I will do it again. The press room is my domain and if you want to stand there and make a comment about something that has nothing to do with the news, well then, I am going to bury you.
If you come after the administration, I can tell you that not one of us is going to sit down and let you. We will protect the administration at all costs.
And I can guarantee that if you come after my personally, I will go after you.
It would see that my type of confrontation is taking people apart until they cry for their mommy.