Close Call

I wake up this morning to the phone ringing. It's an unknown (860) number which means, it's work calling. Great. I would rather hear my fog-horn of an alarm clock then wake up to a work-related call. I thought for a second about ignoring it. Why are they interupting my sleep? But I answered anyway, trying to sound as awake as possible.

"Hello?"

"Hi Rachel, it's Ken Margolfo." I have no idea why my assignment editor still feels the need to tell me his last name.

"What's up?" I asked, still trying to sound as awake as possible. My alarm was set for 8:30 AM but most "adults" wake up earlier than this...Or so I'm told.

"I'm just trying to find out when you're coming into work." Ken asked concerned.

"10:00 AM...my usual time," I replied. I was supposed to do the FOX61 Midday News for Joe Furey but an hour preparation would be more than enough time.

"Yeah, it's 10:20..." Ken probably heard my heart beating through the phone. I hung up, brushed my teeth, and threw on the nearest business suit. Reaching for my glasses, they snap in half...icing on the cake because guess what? I walked out with them anyway. (Please note: no mention of brushing my hair, because there was no time for that) Thankfully I did the weather the night before and there were no major changes to the forecast. I got in at 10:35 PM, did my makeup, set up the show and was live by 11. By the end of the midday news, I was only awake an hour. AWESOME. Better than coffee!

Here's the funniest part...even though I didn't shower and I probably smell. Even though my hair is crinkled and gross, even though I am wearing broken glasses... everyone ends up noticing (and laughing) at my socks before anything else. My wicked witch socks are a result of getting dressed in 3 minutes. Sorry.