Three o’clock came and I sat in my white plush robe with my wet hair up in a towel sitting on my back porch. I was talking to a good friend of mine about what I had to do to prepare for a meeting with a news writer from CNN. He was telling me not to worry, but my heart was pounding and the Georgia heat was not helping matters. I didn’t know what to expect.
My newspaper advisor recently told me he was getting me in touch with a friend of his who works at CNN. Was it an interview or just a meeting to talk journalism? I really didn’t know.
I told my friend I had to get off the phone and go start getting ready.
I am good about planning what to wear and knowing how to present myself, but when I walked back into my bathroom, all I could think about was checking the time on my IPhone.
My car was completely out of gas. I’d made plans to drive to my parents to ride with my dad to the MARTA station. I looked at the clock 3:45! I called my Dad and begged him to come pick me up and drive me downtown.
After putting on my makeup and scrunching and defusing my curly black hair, I scurried to my laundry room to check on my black slacks and red dress shirt. Luckily, they were dry and my super energy efficient dryer didn’t fail me yet again. I dressed quickly, and looked at my clock again.
4:30- exactly when my Dad was supposed to arrive. I grabbed my grey blazer and oversized tote and told my puppies to wish me luck. I walked outside to my apartment corridor. I fumbled with my keys for a minute and then finally got my door locked. As I walked outside to the parking lot, I realized my Dad’s Honda was not sitting outside.
My heart started beating fast again. I immediately reached into my purse, grabbed my phone and called my Dad. “Where are you??” I said frantically. His gruffy voice sounded annoyed, “I’m on my way as quick as I can!”
Needless to say I was furious.
I opened the door to my little red hatchback, pushed the seat back, and started texting all of my friends, telling them how late I just knew I was going to be.
Everyone said to calm down, and rightfully so, because moments later the apartment gate called and my dad pulled up. I quickly hobbled over to his car, as I was not used to wearing heels, and jumped in.
Finally, my mind was at ease.
A feeling of calmness came over me and I took a deep breath in as he pulled out of the complex.
I ended up arriving 30 minutes early to my meeting.