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You know, one of the things I love most about Darci is her laid back go-with-the-flow mentality. She balances me out a lot of the time while dealing with my abundance of stress. But man-oh-man, when it comes to being on time for something, she’s one overly antsy, OCD, bundle of nerves.
For example, last night Darci picked me up from work and we went to First Thursday on South Congress. When the fun was over we decided to just ride home together and have Darci drop me off at work the next morning. She had an interview at 8:30 am, so it would have worked out perfectly. At about 4 o’clock this morning it dawned on her that she didn’t know where her interview was. Good one Darc. Come to find out it was in the completely opposite direction of my job. So at about 7 o’clock in the morning she tries to wake me and make me leave the house by 7:15. No way Jose, I don’t think so. (Remember, I don’t have my car.) I get to work between 8:30 and 9. Not at 7:30. Definitely not on a Friday.
So she’s stomping around trying to get ready for her interview, and in her serious voice she says to me, “baby, get up I cannot be late for this interview.” To that I replied...”no, 5 more minutes.” Her OCD time-sensitive side didn’t like that answer. So after a couple more minutes of huffing and puffing, I pull my head from the covers and say, “I’ll just ride my bike to work, so there.” She didn’t care. She was going to be on time to her gig and that’s all that matters.
So now, it’s 9:50, and I’ve been at work for just over an hour. Today was the coldest day of the year, 40 degrees to be exact, and I’m still numb from the 6-mile bike ride in.
Hope your interview went well, honey. I can’t feel my fingers.
For example, last night Darci picked me up from work and we went to First Thursday on South Congress. When the fun was over we decided to just ride home together and have Darci drop me off at work the next morning. She had an interview at 8:30 am, so it would have worked out perfectly. At about 4 o’clock this morning it dawned on her that she didn’t know where her interview was. Good one Darc. Come to find out it was in the completely opposite direction of my job. So at about 7 o’clock in the morning she tries to wake me and make me leave the house by 7:15. No way Jose, I don’t think so. (Remember, I don’t have my car.) I get to work between 8:30 and 9. Not at 7:30. Definitely not on a Friday.
So she’s stomping around trying to get ready for her interview, and in her serious voice she says to me, “baby, get up I cannot be late for this interview.” To that I replied...”no, 5 more minutes.” Her OCD time-sensitive side didn’t like that answer. So after a couple more minutes of huffing and puffing, I pull my head from the covers and say, “I’ll just ride my bike to work, so there.” She didn’t care. She was going to be on time to her gig and that’s all that matters.
So now, it’s 9:50, and I’ve been at work for just over an hour. Today was the coldest day of the year, 40 degrees to be exact, and I’m still numb from the 6-mile bike ride in.
Hope your interview went well, honey. I can’t feel my fingers.
posted by ALISHA at 7:50 AM
3 Comments:
OOPS...my bad honey. i do need to ease up on the whole time thing. i just hate to be late and i hate it when other people are late. im sorry you are still numb and if it make you feel any better im sure i wont get called back for a second interview....hahahaha...ahh well. i love you and warm up.
Screw that. Warm me up, woman.
the interview was at Yellow Rose, and im pretty sure i didnt the job because right in the middle of my pole dance i hear over the loud speaker..."the owner of a white VW bug your lights are on"....SHIT thats me!! ahh well i guess it wasnt meant to be.
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