The Day the Schedule Broke

<p><strong>Take an ordinary moment. Add golden light and dramatic music. Now you've got a movie.</strong></p><p>Sandra (not Sandy Sands or Sando) pushed a stack of papers aside then cursed as it overbalanced and slipped off her wonky desk in a cascading flurry of individual sheets across the floor.</p><p>She leaned across to her left and looked around her desk at the once organised colour coded sticky noted highlighted and marked-up schedule pages currently strewn haphazardly across the tiny area of worn grey carpet not currently stacked with racks of boxes of props and equipment.</p><p>Surely the day couldn't get any worse. Could it?</p><p><br></p>