Tonight, I may be a bit drained. Not emotionally or physically, but articulately. I used my quota of articulateness earlier during a 2 hour interview for a part time job. Nevertheless, I will attempt to reflect on my day and decide whether or not I am due some back-patting.
My interview was at 10:00 am, which gave me the perfect opportunity to practice waking up at 8:00 am even if I technically could have slept until 8:30. And I’m really glad I did, because I couldn’t find my pants. Instead of spending my extra time calmly preparing, I ran about the house being particularly crabby to my mom and sister.
“I need socks.” I said.
“Where are the ones I gave you a few days ago?”
“In my car.”
This is the part where my mom breathed that mom-breath. The kind that means, “I want to scold you severely, and maybe I will…I have to think about it.”
“I’m sorry I’m being so short,” I exclaimed, “but now is not the time to get mad at me for leaving your socks in my car!” Really, mama. Socks in my car were the least of my worries. I had no pants.
The interview was the best ever (or at least really good, considering I got the job). I didn’t arrive ten minutes early to the interview, but I turn a blind eye to this fact. I’m just glad I had pants. Therefore, I pat my back once and thank God for surprise pants that hide in the back of the closet.
I declare tomorrow 8:00 am Is Silly Day, as most Saturdays will be, and will sleep in as long as I want. So there.