Wrong Day

This  post was written my senior year of college at Baylor University:

I was prepared for an interview today. I wore my dad's three-piece gray and blue suit to look the part of a sophisticated applicant. I also borrowed a nice blue tie from Eric to complete the ensemble. I found a ride to Robinson Tower with Mark, and he prayed for me before I went inside. I was ready to knock the socks of a recruiter for University Directories. I hit the elevator button for the second floor thinking I was right on time and looking sharp. But I was in for a shock. When I got out and walked down the hall to the interview suite no one was there. I walked down the hallway in the other direction. Maybe it was down the hall. No one there. Panic struck me. What if it was in the Ferrell Center? If it was, there was no way I could make it there on time now. Was it tomorrow? I wanted to believe I had showed up a whole day early, but I usually expect the worst. I thought I better make the best of the situation and go to the career fair either way. I walked back over wet streets in my blue suit feeling down and embarrassed. I tried not to think about how conspicuous I was. Then my Aunt Linda drove by while I was crossing the road. I don't think she saw me. I looked like a fool. I caught the bus to the Ferrell Center, and I found the booth for University Directories and introduced myself. The recruiter didn't seem upset. I decided to confirm the interview. I said, "I'll see you tomorrow at Robinson Tower." She said, "Yeah. I'll see you there." Inwardly I was saying, "Yes!"