A Brief Moment of Implosion

This week is Spring Break, and I cannot thank the heavens enough. After working nonstop through a particularly nerve-wracking week, I finally dragged myself to the finish line of Friday afternoon, which looked like this:

10:30 class
11:30 food
12:30 meet with partner for Pix & Wds project
2:30 work at writing center
3:30 pick up Izzy (yup, doing that again)
4:00 leave
6:00 home!!!
6:01 realize that I've left cell phone at school
6:02 resign myself to a life of selling dental floss because obviously, that is all my underdeveloped mind can handle

Yes, I left my cell phone at school. This is the same phone by which I would contact old friends while on break and have a particularly important summer job interview (more on that later). Most of you know that I don't like waiting and really hate wasting time (other than by my own choosing), and that driving BACK to the college would be akin to death, for the waste of time, gasoline, and time.

My parents were very kind in empathizing. They suggested I contact people online to tell them the situation, so I set up a Facebook status to start the process. But Mum repeatedly offered to drive back to school (she couldn't concentrate on her own work since I was home) and fetch the phone. So, finally we leapt into the car and drove away into the night, stopping only for gasoline and Burger King. We were in college town for ten minutes, then came home again. It rocked.

I was so desperate to have my phone mostly because I was preparing for a phone interview, which was today, for an internship with the communications department of the NEA (arts, not education). So today, I nervously paced the house, waiting for the 3 o'clock call from the head of the department. At 3:10, I panicked, and ran downstairs to make sure I had sent the correct phone number to the office. One minute later, she called, and I sprinted back up to the safety of my bedroom to begin the interview.

However.
- I had just sprinted up and down the stairs, and was winded.
- I had accidently reset my phone to beep EVERY minute of every call, so I couldn't figure out why it sounded like my phone was running out of battery. This was distracting in a very "Harrison Bergeron" sort of way.
- I hadn't before put into words "What I can bring to the company."

I couldn't think properly, so she actually asked if she should call back at a later time. "No," I gasped, "I'm just nervous." This is the only time she smiled. As an applicant for the COMMUNICATIONS department, I need to learn to express myself better on the phone (I maintain that this would have gone better in-person). It went a little better when we discussed written communication, but overall, I am not very proud of myself today.

3:13 Telephone call of a lifetime
3:21 Phone call ends
3:22 I've resigned myself to a life of selling dental floss.