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Grand entrance

Yesterday morning, our department had a “Town Hall” meeting where the entire department gathers together. I set my alarm clock for 7:30, slept through it and didn’t wake up until 8:30. It wasn’t until after I got out of the shower that I remembered the meeting (It was 8:45 by this time). I knew they would be announcing that I was the winner of the Puerto Rico trip to the entire department, so I didn’t want to be late. But it was going to be very difficult to get dressed, brush my teeth and get to the meeting in 15 minutes. I rode my bicycle because I figured it would be quicker than taking a taxi or a streetcar (Because I can go right past all the traffic). I rode as fast as I could, and I think I arrived at the meeting by 9:07. I walked up to the entrance to the conference room, put my ear to the door, and I could hear my Vice President saying “… But I don’t see him anywhere in the audience”. I knew this was my queue, so I plowed through the doors, and my VP said “And there he is!” “C’mon up!”. So I walked up to the front to shake her hand, sweat dripping down my forehead, with baggy eyes from just waking up, while she announced my award to 300 people. Later in the day, I had multiple people tell me that they thought it was planned that I would walk in at that exact moment, they were surprised when I told them I was actually late for the event.

Then later in the event, I had to act as Richard Simmons in front of the same 300 people. It was quite embarrassing, but funny though.