For those of you who don’t know – I recently auditioned to be on Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? I posted the main part of the story in three parts prior to this – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 This is the story of the following weeks after my audition and trip home.

Week 1

The first week after the audition I just kept not believing how amazing of an adventure I had – but the shirt laying on my couch kept reminding me it really did happen and how lucky I am.  I didn’t think much about getting my postcard yet since it was so soon after the audition and they said it would be 1-3 weeks before I got it.

Week 2

The second week after my audition, Millionaire was on another road trip to do more road auditions so I was searching Twitter to see what was happening.  When I was searching I saw that some other people who were at the Chicago auditions had received their postcards.  I texted Chad to see if he got his postcard (I was stuck at work) and he hadn’t checked his mail yet, but a little while later he texted me back to let me know he got his postcard and is in the contestant pool!  I was so excited for him and then anxious about getting home and checking my mail to see what my postcard said.

Well, after getting all worked up and nervous at work and on the way home, I pull up to my mailbox, pause for a moment, and then open it.  I look through all the mail – I look again – I check outside on the ground – nope – no postcard.  Oh well, must just be delayed a day.  I get all worked up the next day again, get to my mailbox, and again – no postcard.  I keep checking day after day, and still no postcard.  I start wondering why I haven’t gotten one yet, did it get lost, did they have my address wrong, not really sure what was going on.  I just kept checking each day – nothing else much I can do – since it is still within three weeks.

Week 3

The anxiety and anxiousness about checking my mail has now worn off and I’m back to my regular feeling of checking mail with a little hope each day I’ll get my postcard.  Everyday it still wasn’t there. Friday of week 3 (August 5) is the 3 week mark, so I figure if I don’t get it by the following Monday I’ll see about checking with Millionaire to see what they can tell me. Friday and Saturday I still don’t have a postcard.

Week 4

Monday comes and I still don’t have a postcard.  So that evening I Tweet to @MillionaireTV to see if they can tell me anything.  I don’t hear anything back Monday evening or Tuesday during the day.  Again, I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t think much of it.  Tuesday I went to a movie and when I get out I see I have a text message from Chad asking if I’ve called the Millionaire phone number.  I text him back to find out what phone number he was talking about because I didn’t know of one.  While I was waiting for an answer from him I was getting caught up on reading my Twitter timeline and see that @MillionaireTV posted a phone number to call if it’s been three weeks and you haven’t received a postcard.  I call right away around 8:30 p.m. with no answer.  I wasn’t expecting one and didn’t leave a message figuring I’ll just call back the next day.

Wednesday, August 10, morning comes around and figure I’ll call around 10 to make sure they would be in.  Ten o’clock comes around and I go outside at work (terrible, if any cell reception inside the building) and call.  Again there is no answer, so this time I leave a message explaining why I was calling and giving them my work and cell numbers to call back.  Around 3:45 p.m. or so my phone at work rings and I realize by the phone number that it’s Millionaire calling back.  With a bit of nervousness and anxiousness I answer the phone and am told that she is returning my message from earlier. Then the words I didn’t want to hear come through.  I didn’t make the contestant pool.  My heart sinks, I send Chad the dreaded :(, and tell a few of my coworkers. So, right now there is no chance of me being on Millionaire.  Guess something in my interview they didn’t like.  There are a few spots that I’m sure I could have done better on, but it’s all a guessing game as to what they are looking for and why they didn’t pick me.

So that’s the end of the story of my WWTBAM Journey … or is it??????