Suck.

Here's the daily routine, Monday-Friday:
Alarm rings at 7.
Work starts at 8 (editor's note: work is 20 minutes away on a GOOD day.)
Snooze alarm.
Sleep until 7:30 when Mom comes in threatening to take away my car so i'll get good sleep.
Jump out of bed.
Throw on nice shirts/pants/a skirt when necessary.
Hair back in bun.
Insert headband.
Eyeliner.
Run down stairs.
Yell at mom (telling you one day you'll get fired) and tell her you'll make it on time.
Leave at 7:45 (if lucky.)
Curse all red lights along the way.
Actual check-in time: 8:04-8:06.

However,
SHAKE UP this routine.
Hello boy I see Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
You're gorgeous.
That's when as I'm running out the door,
I throw a tube of mascara and some eyeshadow in my purse.
And do it before the afternoon when he's there.
Tee-hee.
I also tend to straighten my hair or actually braid it instead of bun it the night before these days.
Just to impress.

It hasn't worked so well this far.
He remembers my name.
And we were formally introduced once.
That's a plus.
But.
My moments around him haven't been too shining.
Once, I was sick and basically sneezed in his face.
Once, he made me flustered and I choked on my own spit trying to respond.
Once, I dropped a few letters at his feet.
And once, I tripped over my clumsy feet.

This week (today)
So determined to impress.
Cute skirt,
Straight hair,
And normal make-up.

3 P.M.- See cute boy by stairs.
Catch his attention.
Say hi.....
WALK STRAIGHT INTO RAILING OF STAIR.
Wince.
Try to go up the stair and shake it off.
Trip up stairs.
In skirt.
Smile and sprint up stairs, not saying a word.

Ladies and gentleman, Michelle Wood.
..chelle..