I feel the need to chronicle the last 3 hours of my night tonight. Mostly because I’m still up and feel compelled to write. Though I do not feel compelled to write my homework assignment. Funny how that works.
I went for my usual evening walk with Layla at about 6:15pm, after getting off the phone with Dorie. I attach my house key to my shoe while walking. When I get back to my house, I typically reattach the key to my ring immediately. This is a result of an incident that happened last month when I locked myself out and had to break a screen in order to climb into one of the windows.
Apparently I didn’t learn my lesson the first time. My friend Jeremy called and asked to meet up at an Indian restaurant in Tempe. I headed out about 7:30pm, hung out until 9pm and then drove back from Tempe home. I got here and realized I had locked myself out…again. But this time, I knew all the windows were locked and I wasn’t going to be able to ease my way in as before. SO…5 phone calls and another drive to Tempe later, I had Tessa’s key and let myself in around 9:50pm.
I have a bio writing assignment due tomorrow for my PR class, and I had planned on writing it when I got back from dinner. I figured I still had about 30 minutes worth of energy left, so I checked my TFA email to see if my bio subject had written me back with answers to my questions. She had, as well as my boss had sent a panicked e-mail about how the person replacing me had done an excel spreadsheet wrong and she needed me to do it….by tomorrow morning at 8am.
So I e-mailed my professor asking if I could have class time tomorrow to work on my assignment because my subject had just gotten back to me at 10pm. He said totally fine, and now I’m up finishing the work for my boss that the new girl couldn’t handle. Now I see what it would be like if I worked for TFA full time.
On the plus side, I’m going to sleep hella good tonight because my brain is far too tired to try and keep my up with ridiculous thoughts.
Hahaha. The whole locking yourself out bit really made me laugh…because I’ve done it on more than one occasion myself. I remember freshman year of college at USF in Tampa. I think I locked myself out of my dad’s car (I was driving his car during that time) twice…both within a WEEK’s time. I’m a dumbass.
Plus, my dad is a cop and so when I had to call him to ‘bail me out’ by having him unlock the car with his own key (while he was on duty, in his uniform, might I add)….to outsiders, I’m sure it looked like I was under arrest or something. Good times!