Life

I hate to be late.

I hate being late. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I think it looks bad, especially to important events.

Guess who missed a flight for the first time in her life. FOR A WORK TRIP. Ughhhhh. I am so mad at myself right now. I set two alarms. One didn’t go off. I slept through the phone one, as well as multiple phone calls from Yolanda. My phone vibrated off the bed. My 22 year old self travelled all over the place with Harcourt, but 26 year old Lindsay can’t get out of bed?! WTF is wrong with me!

Now I’m late to Cleveland, the keynote speaker, and I had to get another ticket.

This one goes down as my most unprofessional move ever. Awesome.