Saturday, May 20, 2017

not as planned

I get to bed late and can't stay asleep. No discernible reason. Just one of those nights.

The alarm wakes me and I'm exhausted.

Work is busy. 

I plan to leave exactly at six. Skip lunch but grab a quick bite before. Then see Ricky Gervais at the 92nd Street Y with Robin. 

I'm also looking pale and my hair (despite washing it this morning) looks awful.  I'll go to some makeup counter before leaving work and get some color put on my face. I need something. Too bad there isn't a blow bar here.

But then...

Around 5:30 I begin helping someone. She's lovely but nothing goes smoothly. The item she wants to purchase is missing a price tag. I need to find someone to make a tag. The tag gets printed on another floor. All this takes time.

Then there's an issue with a coupon. More time to sort that out.

Now I'm really running late. Not even sure I can make it. Plus, I definitely won't have time to get a mini-makeover. Or eat dinner.  And my feet!  I clock 9.3 miles today.

Around 6:30 I finally leave work. 

I take the subway to 96th street and actually am at the Y a little after 7. 

We take our seats. I thought the interview was scheduled for an hour, but it's actually 90 minutes. Ugh!

Myy aching feet, growling stomach, and half-closed eyes make it difficult to concentrate. What can I get to eat after? Should I even bother eating, as it'll be close to 9:30 by the time I get home? When can I take off my shoes? My toes actually hurt. My toes!  Is it time to get Keratin done to my hair again? It's been since October and my hair looks like it died. Should I take a Via home even though I live less than a mile away? 

Ricky is funny and genuine. The interviewer is also good — Tim Goodman, TV Critic for The Hollywood Reporter. Too bad I couldn't have stayed more focused.

And the two slices of greasy pizza that I end up eating afterwards make me feel more guilty than satisfied.


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