freewriting at 2am

It's a rare thing to have unallocated time. Having just found some right now, I feel that I have to do something with it and so here I am, writing in my blog. Tending to something that I have largely ignored for the past few months.
I am smack in the middle of working on the Olympics. It's 1:45am and I have been told by NBC's car service company that there are no cars available to take me home until 2:15am.
What to do... what to do...
I think back to the moment when I got the job in the Olympic archives for CBS. I had been in Network Sales for a year and a half and had just had a conversation with my boss in that department that went like this:
Me: "So, is this IT?"
Her: "What do you mean? Of course this is it. This is GREAT!"
Me: "Just checking."
I began to pummel the Olympic unit with my resume, using internal office envelopes. Even the woman in HR disuaded me, reminding me that I had no experience. I thought to myself, 'how much experience does one need to be an assistant in a videotape library? And doesn't EVERYONE at this stage in their brief career have little or no experience? With that thought in mind I built up my confidence. And got the job.
I still remember what I was wearing when I got the call. Almost as a direct statement of "you'll never keep me" to the sales department I was wearing my most hippiest of dresses to work that day. I got the call asking me to come down to the Olympic unit and received the offer: lower pay, no health insurance and an end date to a contract. I had never been happier with a job offer in all my life. I still remember getting back into the elevator and jumping up and down so hard that the chamber shook. You're always told to follow your heart and there had been times that I wasn't sure I always heard it, but this time it was clear as a bell. I was following my path. I had never been surer of anything.