Day one of the job seminar is over. It went great, except for one huge thing. Before I came out here, I thought, you know, I realize some little things might go wrong but if I can just NOT be late on the first day, that would be fantastic.
I was late on the first day. Really late.
But it wasn't my fault. I woke up on time, got out the door on time, headed out onto the roads on time, and then they looked like this (photos from the internets):
Some sort of freak blizzard had taken over the area's freeways. As I drove, increasingly stressed and distressed, GPS Nigel's ETA kept creeping later and later. When he finally proclaimed that I would be officially late, I called the place where the seminar was being held and told them I was delayed in terrible traffic and would they please tell the organizers that? The lady laughed and said she'd already had half a dozen calls from other seminar participants who were stuck in the same traffic jam. Phew!
That relieved some of the stress, but I was still in a hurry. I was in such a hurry, in fact, that as I made a sharp turn to pull into the parking garage, I forgot that the roads were (as you see above) extremely slick and I spun out a little bit. Thankfully, I didn't hit anything and I was able to quickly correct and get back on track.
So yes, I was late, and I almost slid off the road but other people were later than me and one of them got hit by a truck. And I think that makes me OK. Doesn't it?