Thursday, April 29, 2010


I was sleeping.  I awoke to my phone ringing.  I look at the clock. 6:49.  I look at my phone.  It's a 422 number.  That means it's coming from BYU.  Dang it. Dang it, dang it, dang it.  I'm late for work at the Dining Services building.  Why does this always happen to me? I answer the phone with my "yes, yes, I know.  I'm late and I'm in trouble because it's one of the busiest days at work."  

I say hello, and hear the voice on the other line, "Hi, Stacy.  This is Sue.  Do you think you could come in tomorrow if you have time?"  

Sue is from my second job in the Chemistry Dept.  Tomorrow?  She wants me to come in on Saturday?  "Okay, sure."

Why didn't I hear my alarm?  I don't even remember setting it.

As she continues to talk, I say to myself, "It's a good thing she is calling me, otherwise I would end up being really late for work, and then I would be in such the so much trouble........why is she calling me so early in the morning?  It's not even 7.  She doesn't usually get into work until 8..."

Sue: "What time would be best for you to come in tomorrow?"

My mind is going a million miles a minute.  At the same time I have to think about talking to Sue, when I can come in tomorrow, how I really need to get up and run to work (literally run), and how I'm supposed to meet my roommates for lunch today.  I haven't even made a lunch.  It is so weird that she wants me to come in on a Saturday.  I am in so much trouble.  I just had to sleep in on one of the busiest days of the year, didn't I?  Alan will hate's brighter than it usually is when I wake up...isn't it? 


Wait just one second.

It is still 6:49.


Duh.  I took a nap.  It's still Thursday.  Sue is calling and asking about tomorrow, Friday. 

Me: "1 o'clock?" 

Sue: "Sounds perfect.  I'll see you then."

It's all good.


Rachel said...

You wrote this like Stephanie Meyer would. It sounds like her tone/style. Funny.

Keisha Hendricks said...

you are so retarded sometimes. too bad i still love you.