On Wednesday the paper that I work for was having a meeting to get to know all the newbies [like myself] and talk about story ideas. I had dreaded this meeting all
So I got there about 20 minutes early [for those of you who don't really know me, I am perpetually early. Can't help it. I try to be late and it still doesn't happen.] and sat in my car for a while. At about 5 minutes until meeting time, I walked up to the Culp [the student center] because I knew it would take me about 4 minutes to get there. [Guys, I'm a planner. It's a disease.] I did this so I would be right on time but not a minute late.
When I got there, I saw through the glass door that about 8 people were already sitting in there waiting. I exhaled and pushed the door. Didn't budge. Everyone looked up. So I tried pulling. Nope. So I tried the other side. Nothing. My face began to turn red and I made some awkward fake whining comment and knocked on the door. Finally, someone pushed the button from the inside that apparently had to be pushed before the door would open. I walked inside. Said "Yeah, that was awesome." [Not.] And then I quickly took a chair. Blushing all the while.
Now, in reality this sequence probably lasted no more than 15 seconds. But oh man. It. Was. Awkward!
What have I learned from all of this, you ask? Go by the place of meeting the day before and check out the door.
While I'm on this pictures of me as a kid kick, I will show you an awkward picture of me as a kid. Nope, the awkwardness is not a recent development, folks!
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