Aaah, sweet fatigue.
I am now officially two weeks from wrapping up work on The Benefactor and heading back to sunny Los Angeles. For those who read my previous post that said I was previously two weeks from wrapping up and coming back to L.A., just so you know I was deathly tired at that point and thought I was writing you from an igloo in Antarctica. Now, I’m back.
I have to say I’m very impressed with Mr. Cuban and the quality of the show thus far. There were always going to be and will be people who want to hold The Apprentice up to this show simply because you had a rich guy giving away a job and here we have another rich guy giving away a million bucks. That’s, of course, where the buck stops. Really, if any of you saw the final episode of Trump’s show and saw how helpless the guy looked as he stared at cue-cards and tried to make his way through, you’ll breathe a fresh air of relief when you see Cuban in action. Personable & friendly. It’s good stuff.
Meanwhile, I have finally reached my “level” here working on the show. When you start, your body is hit with the lack of sleep and the constant moving (sounds like exercise) and the food on the run and the heavy backpacks and walkie-talkies and cell phones and pads and paper and pens that you’re carrying around everywhere. I’m like a guy backpacking through the Sierras here. Even Cuban stopped me on the first day and was like, “Dude, what’s up with the backpack. What have you GOT in there?”
I have my stuff. You know? Very important stuff.
I have been very pleased with what they’ve got here in Dallas. I’ve found a Whole Foods, a Chipolte, a Jamba Juice and air conditioning. Really, what else does anyone need?
That’s what I thought.