It seems those days are gone. Now, I go out after work. Which means I need to be fresh and beautiful after waking up at 6:30, spending an hour on the train and then sitting in my cubicle under florescent lights for eight hours. This is no easy task. It requires preparation, forethought, and packing for all contingencies.
Take Thursday for example. I had a second date immediately after work. What's more, the date was going to be pretty casual, but I needed to dress up for work because some corporate big wigs were visiting. How does one go from corporate professional to casual date wear? After trying on every conceivable combo in my closet, I finally concluded that there was no way around packing a change of jeans. And shoes. And make-up reinforcements. And deodorant. I skipped the toothbrush, but I did briefly consider it. Gum would have to do.
To further complicate my already frenetic morning, I had a little wildlife adventure. My apartment has recently been seeing evidence of mice. Great. So I bought a humane trap and set it up in the kitchen. This particular morning, some pitiful unsuspecting rodent decided to get itself caught. I tend to have a lot of empathy for small helpless animals, so I couldn't bear to leave him in there not only all day, but probably all night since I wouldn't be home right after work. My only choice was to take him on a little walk outside, and release him in a bushy area across the street. Let me tell you, I could have really used those extra 15 minutes on Thursday morning!
To keep a long story from getting any longer, let's just say that all of my effort seemed to have paid off. Stewart Little is safe in his new home, and date number three is tomorrow.
