By Mark Rast
The world of ReadyCam site surveys is fast paced and glamorous. Here is a rare inside look at this fascinating lifestyle…
4:42 AM
The alarm goes off.
Check that…it doesn’t go off. I set it for 5 AM but I have woken up early. I have lost 18 minutes of sleep. DAMN YOU READYCAM! You’ve got me so excited, I can’t sleep!
My morning preparations go smoothly, except for laundry tag paranoia. I have dressed in the dark and I’m concerned that I have failed to locate all the dry cleaning tags on my trousers. I don’t want any to surface later, in the middle of a meeting, stapled to my fly.
6:15 AM
I have managed to leave my house without stepping on a cat, falling down the stairs, or starting a fire (…all of which are fairly regular work departure occurrences in my domain). Clearly my senses are super tuned with ReadyCam anticipation.
I arrive at the airport, but overshoot the entrance to the parking garage. I have to go around. I walk into the terminal and head to the gate; the wrong gate, as it turns out. I imagine the pilot of my flight today having the same genetic make-up as myself.
I feel doom.
6:45 AM
I get through security. The TSA guys don’t fondle me but give me some odd looks. I think about the laundry tag again.
I successfully bridge the language gap and purchase a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee. (That Rosetta Stone investment has really paid off!) I sit quietly in the gate area and manage to not spill the scalding hot fluid on my crotch. Things are looking up.
7:10 AM
I glance out the window and notice the plane I will be flying on, sitting on the tarmac. Paint is literally peeling off the fuselage beneath the cockpit area. I wonder what the crew has been throwing out the window during flight. 
7:40 AM
I spot my travel partner for this excursion, Dan Connolly. He is sitting in a corner by himself, staring blankly into middle space, swatting away imaginary flies. Early mornings are not Dan’s best time. I approach Dan, slowly, and make eye contact. He recognizes me and says hello. I am satisfied that he is reasonably lucid, I don’t want to over tax him at this early hour, and so I retreat, leaving him to his dementia. Dan is the ReadyCam project manager and will be running this site survey.
7:50 AM
The other passengers begin boarding the plane. I make a quick sign of the cross and join them. I make my way to my seat. I sit down, look over, and discover that my row mate is dressed like a pilot. Being a little insecure, it occurs to me that perhaps he actually IS the pilot. I find this a little unsettling. Shouldn’t he be up front where all the controls are? Can he actually steer this thing from the middle of the cabin? Is he sitting here just trying to get up his nerve? What happened up on the flight deck? Was there a sudden odor? And why has he chosen to sit in the emergency exit row? What does he know???
Eventually I figure out that he is just deadhead commuting on the airline dime. I feel better. I strike up a conversation and mention that I work for the company that makes ReadyCams. He asks me for an autograph. I say “Really?” He says “No. Not really.” He then gets up and spends the rest of the flight in the bathroom flushing something.
9:30 AM
We land in Washington DC. The flight has gone well. We have not exploded in mid-air or made an unexpected water landing. However, passing over NYC we were approached by an Aero Mexico flight that pulled up next to us and offered us cheap bodywork.
We deplane. I follow Dan who leads us to the boarding area for the Mobile Lounge transfer buses that take passengers to the main arrival terminal. As we walk we pass what looks like some sort of air-locked containment facility full of desperate looking characters with wrinkles and stained skin. I wonder if there has been an outbreak of Ebola. Turns out to be a designated smoking room.
We stand waiting for the buses, staring out the window for 15 minutes, and then notice the following sign:
There is no time to mourn those lost minutes. We have business to do, ReadyCam business. We move on.
9:50 AM
We have managed to locate the new passenger train transport that takes us to rental car shuttle bus area. So far Dan has been doing an amazing job.
Our shuttle bus driver seems competent, almost sober, and does a good job telling us to sit down. Along the way, he is flagged down by a mother with her three teenage sons. As they board she loudly announces to all on the bus “We have to go back! HE (pointing to a son) LEFT HIS SHOES IN THE CAR!”
It was a touching moment in a “roots of Columbine” sort of way.
The laundry tag thing still percolates in my brain.
10:00 AM
Dan takes care of renting a car. The rental agent, Angie, is very enthusiastic. She wants to know all about Dan…where he is from, who he works for, why he is here, who is his favorite Jonas brother, does he know anything about assembling nuclear weapons. I detect a slight accent. Without being prompted, she mentions being “Dutch”. We mention that we are in town on ReadyCam business, hoping that dropping the ReadyCam name will get us an upgrade. We are given a Hyundai Sonata th
at looks like it may have been in a hit and run
Angie helps Dan fill out the paper work and together they inspect the car. I watch from afar. Angie is doing a lot of shrugging.
Dan and I load up and drive away. Angie blows us a kiss.
10:07 AM
As is our usual practice, we wait until we are on an active highway before programming our cutting edge GPS device.
This makes for some of the most exciting ReadyCam moments ever, as we sit in a breakdown lane waiting to acquire long dead satellites while tanker trucks full of jet fuel whiz past us. It is the lure of adrenalized moments like these that got us into this business.
Eventually science works, and we are on our way!
10:25 AM
Dan earns his EOM (Employee of the Month) stripes again, observing before it’s too late that what we thought was a radar detector is actually an E-Z Pass toll transponder device. He reduces his speed to 95mph.
Although because of our mission we don’t necessarily feel bound by ordinary rules, we also don’t want to sully the ReadyCam team reputation with a speeding ticket here in the nations capitol. …Not to mention that both of us probably have outstanding warrants.
11:00 AM
Downtown DC. We arrive at our destination. Daniel’s fine driving has gotten us to our location 2.5 hours early. Now it’s time to secure parking. We spot 5 or 6 traditional gated parking garages but finally settle on an obscure alley way with the word “parkeen” spray painted on the wall.
At the end of the alley, a man who may or may not be a terrorist approaches us and indicates he wants our keys. We
oblige with the assurance that he will someday provide a receipt. “What could possibly go wrong?” we say. Anyway, we have bigger things to consider.
Lunch.
We stagger off in search of food.
11:05 AM
As we walk down the street I hear strangers laughing, …at me, I presume. Perhaps it is because I’m in terrible physical shape, I’m trudging through 105-degree DC humidity wearing heavy clothes, and I now look like I just walked through a car wash.
…The other possibility?
…That damn laundry tag!
11:15 AM
Dan and I find a restaurant so desperate for customers that they are willing to seat us. We mention we are in town on ReadyCam business. They give us kids menus, crayons, and tell us to let them know if it is either of our birthdays.
I order a light lunch. I am disappointed. Not so much by the flavor, as the presentation. 
12:30 PM
We head for our appointment. We progress 1/2 block before Dan announces that because of his menu choice, he must return to the restaurant. I decide that it is in best ReadyCam interest that I not protest.
1:00 PM
As always, we arrive for our appointment on time and smelling reasonably well, all things considered.
Our clients, who describe themselves as moderate centrists, and who for security and privacy reasons shall here by remain identified only as a high end Washington think-tank whose views reflect the best interests of all Americans, greet us warmly.
(Just for the record, virtually all of our think-tank clients describe themselves as moderate centrists who are acting in Americas best interest. We believe them.)
Our client contacts are pleasant and professional and all aspects of the site survey go wonderfully. We provide our usual high level of ReadyCam excellence. We indicate to our new ReadyCam friends that our expectation is that theirs…will be the best ReadyCam ever!
After the meeting as we are riding down in the elevator it occurs to me that I didn’t note the names or get the business card of anyone I had talked to. I did notice that all of them had good skin. I wonder if any of them noticed anything about me…like a pink laundry tag.
We exit the building. The temperature is 130 degrees. Parked cars are melting. We have an hour to kill. We wonder how to spend it wisely.
2:30 PM
We decide to walk around and sightsee for iconic Washington landmarks.
2:40 PM
We are lost and hallucinating from the heat. We decide that iconic Washington DC landmarks are too difficult to locate under these conditions. We resolve to search ten more minutes before giving up.
2:41 PM
We give up. We are sad but it seems impossible. We ask a passing Japanese tourist to take our picture in front of the pretty black fence. He does. Where are our feet?
2:45 PM
We begin walking back to our car. Our intention is to get to the airport early enough to drink lemonade and talk about ReadyCam strategy. We pass The Mayflower Hotel, which Dan points out, is a famous DC landmark. I ask him if it has anything to do with the “Mayflower Madam” or notorious entrepreneur Heidi Fleiss. He says I am hormonally confused, and mixing up my ill reputes. He helps me sort out the details of my misunderstandings. He seems to know a lot about these things.
2:50 PM
We pass the ABC News Washington Bureau headquarters. I can tell that the impressive building facade has triggered some deep thoughts on Dan’s part. He mumbles something about “Carpe’ Diem”. I’m sure he is thinking about how, with ReadyCams, he can make ABC News even better!
…Either that or he’s fantasizing about Diane Sawyer, again.
3:05 PM
By pure chance we stumble upon the alley and the guy who took our Sonata. He seems eager to return it to us. He runs off to retrieve it, and while we are waiting for his return we notice a family of foreign tourists waiting for their car as well. One of them, a young boy, has two toy pistols stuffed into his pant pockets.
Dan and I agree that given the fact that he is standing in the middle Washington DC, this is probably not a good idea. We also agree that the entire family will probably be getting water-boarded by sundown. 
Our rental car is returned. It appears to have been wiped clean of prints.
4:00 PM
We return the rental beast without incident and ride the bus to the terminal. Before he handles any luggage, the bus driver dons some sort of fireproof asbestos safety gloves. He offers no explanations and we don’t ask. We just want to get to our lemonade.
4:15 PM
We navigate our way through security and head for the lemonade stand, although Dan disappears briefly in the process. My guess is that he has slipped away briefly to drop a dime to the feds about the toy terrorist we saw at the parking garage. Bool-Yah, Dan! Keeping America FREE, Bro!!!
When we arrive at the lemonade stand we are crushed to learn that they are completely out of lemonade, and have nothing left to drink except beer. We are horrified. We discuss whether we should try and change airlines, but decide the extra expense would be unfair to our client. We are severely dehydrated and concerned (terrified actually) that without liquid nourishment we will not be able to complete our important ReadyCam mission. Putting the needs of ReadyCam first, we hold our noses and force ourselves to imbibe the wretched brown liquid.
Ninety minutes later we can’t remember our names.
5:45 PM
Our flight is called for boarding. Airline employees wearing latex gloves help us to our seats.
8:00 PM
The cleaning crew wakes us and tells us with sign language that we have to leave the plane. One of them is holding a pink laundry tag. The mystery continues. But no matter, because…
WE MADE IT!
We gather our stuff and go home.
Here’s to another ReadyCam “Mission Accomplished”!












