Today was bound to be a strange day, and not just because it's Friday the 13th. I was signed on for airport drop-off duty for my mom, who at this moment is 30 minutes into her trip to Acapulco. Oh, did I mention she'll be staying at a swanky new resort called the Mayan Palace? No, I'm not jealous at all.
Maria is a very nervous flier, and has never traveled on her own. She was very anxious about the whole airport/flying experience, she was especially on edge about having to transfer in Mexico City. When she asked me to drive her, instead of booking an airport shuttle, I couldn't say no. I didn't realize until about a week ago that dropping her off would mean getting up at 2:30 in the morning. :o\
Last night, I'd made the decision to just stay up and not even bother with trying to get any sleep. About two hours in, I was yawning and cursing myself for choosing the Lionel Ritchie option over The Cure. I ended up getting about two and a half hours of sleep, and found that once I got going I was able to stumble out the door without too much difficulty.
Mom made it to the airport and to the correct gate safely, so off I went to work. I dreaded early morning traffic on the 405, so I decided to take the more scenic PCH. I'm cruising along, enjoying the ocean view and was even able to find a radio station playing Trans X!
All was right with the world, I didn't even mind that it was 6:30 in the morning. I stopped off to grab some much needed caffeine (and a bagel with cream cheese for good measure) before heading to the office. It was then that the universe reminded me that my life is a sitcom. I pulled into the empty parking lot and suddenly, it hit me... I forgot my key card. Without it, I wouldn't be able to get into the office! I knew the office was deserted at that hour, and that no one would be coming in until 8 and it was only 7. Sean, a co-worker in my department, is house sitting for my boss so I called the house but got the machine. I left a message and cursed myself for not having his cell phone number. It was then that I recognized a car in the parking lot! I called the main phone line and used the stupid automated directory to get a hold of the early bird. My savior, Cynthia, came out to open the door for me and I thanked my lucky stars that there are people (very much unlike me) who are up and at work at that ungodly hour. I shook my head and laughed, thinking to myself, "Well, that wasn't so bad! It'll make a funny story for later, haha! At least the wackiness is over."
Once I got into my office, I discovered that I had no idea where to find the light switches for the main hallway upstairs.
*cue laugh track and roll ending credits*
