I originally was going to recap on my week, but I have something more important.
I have failed Computer Essentials.
No, you didn't read that incorrectly.
I HAVE FAILED COMPUTER ESSENTIALS.
I realized right when I got home this morning, I never took the Computer Essentials test. I know what you're thinking. "Niara, how could this happen? You had all week!" Nope. YOU had all week. I had an essay, homework, quizzes, three hours at the Rose theater every night being the light board operator. And then because of my new sleeping schedule, fell asleep at the latest of 10:30 every night. Not to mention Thursday night, which was my last night to get it done. Speaking of that, let's recap on Thursday.
As you may or may not know, Thursday was opening night for a play I was the light board operator for. Call was at six and it started at seven.
5:00 Hmm. I should probably get ready to leave.
5:15 All done! Better call daddy!
5:20 "You're where?!"
"I'm at the guitar center, in west Omaha."
5:40 He'll be here soon. He's gonna be here.
5:45 WHERE IS HE?
6:00 "How far are you from the house?"
"I'm making a transaction at the guitar center."
".......WHAT?"
"I told you I was at the guitar center"
"How long until you get here?"
"What do you mean?"
"An estimate. Give me an estimate."
"Well, after this I need to pick up Jalani"
"......."
"And your mother"
"......."
"Then she has to drop me off some where"
"......."
"Then she'll pick you up! But don't worry, you'll be there by 6:45."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
*CLICK*
6:20 "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm going to be late."
"Tell that to your father."
"Tonight is opening night."
"What?"
"And what's with all the picking up and dropping of people?"
"What do you mean?"
I recap on the previous conversation.
My mother says, "That is not supposed to happen."
"Hmm."
6:35 Goes to voice mail five times. "When will you be here?"
"You're calling again?"
"Yes."
"Look I'll get there when I get there."
"But-"
*CLICK*
38 minutes later, I arrive at the Rose. This time the only reason I am able to get in is because someone was leaving Ferdinand the Bull. I run up to the fourth level to the Hitchcock theater and realize that I am in a SNAFU. If you don't know what the acronym for SNAFU means go here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNAFU
I cannot get to the sound booth unless I walk directly into the scene. I was later told that there were only two to four people in the audience that night, but still. Principles. I've got 'em. So I walk outside to scream out some frustration. Once I have finished a few vigorous banshee impressions, I realized I have been locked out. I run to each door, rattling and kicking each one futilely. And here's the kicker:
It rains. Not enough for me to get soaked, but just enough to let you know that the sky thinks it's fun the piss on the little guy. The little guy who got locked out of what they'd been looking forward to all week. The little guy with no mode of transportation. The little guy with no shelter. The little guy who was sitting in a pile of cigarettes, pigeon feathers, and bird crap. The little guys who started to sob while sitting on that pile, that was conveniently placed in an empty parking lot.
At about 8:20 I decide to get up and write a note to the director. I folded it closed then wrote on one side:
PLEASE BRING 2 HITCHCOCK THEATER
On the other side:
TO MICHAEL MILLER
I spent a couple minutes pushing it through a door, and when it finally got through, someone opened the door for me. Rendering my note useless. I ran back up to the theater and told the director what had happened. He looked like he was trying not to laugh. I hated him a little bit right then. But then he gave me a cookie, so I cooled down a little. I called my Mom to pick me up. When I get into the car she asks:
"Why are you so wet and dirty?"
"Just take me home...."
I later found out that reason my dad thought it was okay if I was late to my supposed "dress rehearsal", was because of his own rehearsal with his jazz band.
Irony. Gotta love it right?
But, I digress. This is the reason I failed Computer essentials.
On a lighter note, Quinlan and I have decided that I am Lorelei Lamb and she is Lilian Lamb.
Also, I found out that Mrs. Harrison works at Hancock Fabrics.
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