Way too early to be funny

So, this might be a little dated, but it was a funny situation...I was talking with Riannon, a writer in the newsroom, and she mentioned that she was going on a tour of the KTLA station. I asked when and where questions about the tour and Riannon told me it was this Friday, the 27th, in the morning.

So, I go to the career center that same day, I think it was Tuesday, and I signed up for the tour with Nico, another person that writes for the paper but he works in the counseling center as well, and go home. Nico said he was going to go. Before I left, Nico handed me a yellow notice slip with the time and date of the tour typed and neatly presented at the top. I checked that it was the 27th. I said goodbye and told him that I would see him Friday.

So, on Thursday night I readied my outfit, packed up what I needed for the next day and went to bed early because I had set my alarm for 5:45 a.m..

I woke up to the yowls of my alarm clock, shut it off, and tried to justify my reasoning, which was: that I can't go to the KTLA tour because I am too tired. Then I started thinking about how I need to set a good example for the writers, and it wouldn't look very good for me to say that I was going to both Riannon and Nico earlier in the week, and then not show up on the day of...So, grudgingly I got myself out of bed and brushed my teeth. Thinking in bed had eaten up about 20 minutes. I had time to dress and seriously skimp on make-up. I regretted thinking because I had wanted to look somewhat presentable, and now I wouldn't be able to. From what I've seen, tv news anchors dress stylishly and their made-up faces are flawless. How was I going to contend with that?

I jumped on my bike, it was 6:49, I had 11 minutes before the bus left behind the campus police station. I rode as hard as I could, and I got there with 3 minutes to spare. The one thing that wasn't spared were my underarms and the sheen of sweat across my forehead. I remember thinking: great, this is not the day to make an impression or contacts in the industry. During my bike ride, I kept up my breakneck speed by feeding myself fantasies of arriving just as the bus was leaving and standing there hunched from my huge backpack, dejectedly waving the yellow slip amidst the exhaust fumes.

Well, I ran around the campus police station looking for the bus. Not a person in sight. I finally went into the station, showed the police my slip and asked where the bus was. He said he'd look it up. I went outside and waited. At 6 minutes past 7 a.m. Riannon strolled up, looking cute and put together. I boiled with jealousy. She was definitely going to make contacts while sweaty, old me would probably be pushed in the back of the crowd, overlooked and labeled as unsatisfactory.

The police man came up and shook his head. No bus was booked for today...He looked at me in pity and walked off. What?!! I remembered that Nico said he was coming too. Maybe the bus had already come and everybody left without us. How dare they? I pulled out my handy staff roster and dialed up Nico. He answered sleepily. Hah, he had decided to sleep in, while I, the responsible one had made the effort.

Uhhh...you guys, that tour isn't scheduled until Friday, March 27th. Riannon and I looked at each other in horror and laughed at our stupidity. I told Nico I would physically hurt him if he told anyone.

Riannon and I went for coffee. So, it was an early start to a long day.