You're probably wondering why I'm blogging before 7am, since you probably also know that my Adult Life Struggle is being on time.
Well! Got up today at 5:20, got my work clothes on, only woke Ryan up twice in my getting ready, plus one time to kiss goodbye, made my coffee, put my breakfast in my backpack. Drove to Minneapolis. Arrived at the Hubert H. Humphrey somethingorother at the U and patiently waited for my co-workers and catering truck to arrive. Sipped my coffee, arranged some chairs in what appeared to be a banquet set-up... and waited.
At 6:16 a gentleman on the 3rd floor called down to me, "Is there an event here today? I didn't see anything on the schedule. There's one tomorrow, and there was one yesterday, but I didn't see anything today."
I said, "Yeah, I'm about to call my manager, I'm wondering if maybe I'm in the wrong place."
So at 6:20 I called (and woke up) my manager. Oh no, that event is TOMORROW.
So, maybe "A day late, and buck short" isn't totally accurate, but "A day early and free parking" just doesn't have the same ring. But still, there's nothing more disappointing than being 24 hours early, AND that 24 hours early being before 7am, and having had a whole cup of coffee so I can't even go back to sleep.
Maybe this means I've beaten my Adult Life Struggle? I'm not holding my breath.
Now what to make Ryan for breakfast...