About a month ago…
It’s a very long day at work. I’ve been looking at a spreadsheet next to a map for most of the day and the numbers are starting to blur together into something incomprehensible. I blink and grab my phone, simply because it will help to look at something else for 2 minutes.
Oh look! I have a new email.
I open it up and scan the subject line: Wattpad Invites You to Toronto.
It’s a message from Wattpad team member, Caitlin asking me to attend their open house in their new location in downtown Toronto.
I blink.
I read it again.
I blink.
I read it again.
I repeat this process at least ten times.
My heart is racing.
Does she have the right person? Is she sure? Me? Really?
And then it hits.
Wattpad invited me to Toronto! Me!
Ohmygod.
I email Caitlin back pretty much immediately with a slighly more professional version of this: Um, is the sky blue? YES! YES! I’d love to go!
What is this life?
2 weeks later…
Thursday: 3:30 AM
I jolt out of a dead sleep, sure that I’ve slept through my 4:00 AM alarm. I have to be at the airport an hour before my 6:00 AM flight. I trip over my sleeping husband (waking him) in a hurried rush to get to my phone to check the time.
3:37 AM
Thank God.
No point in going back to sleep for 23 minutes so I lumber to the bathroom, plug in the flat iron and proceed to try to tame the mass of red that sits atop my head. I burn myself in the proceess. Right across my hand.
Stellar.
5:00 AM
I check my bags and go through security at the airport. There is not enough coffee in the world at this point, but adrenaline will do—plus, I purchase an extra large double double coffee with two shots of espresso.
That can’t hurt.
6:00 AM
We’ve boarded the plane and as it starts to taxi down the runway, I want to pinch myself to make sure this is actually happening.
The screen on the back of the chair doesn’t work.
I wanted to watch Captian America.
No dice.
The guy beside me is watching Captian America and I’m incredibly jealous. His wife is sprawled across him, her screen playing something but she’s sound asleep.
What a waste of new releases.
I try to listen to an audio book but the man who narrates it is putting me to sleep only I don’t have my husband to sprawl across so I do that head bob and everytime I fall asleep I startle myself awake.
Damn.
I open up my laptop and try to work on a critique I’d promised someone but the guy beside me (who was supposed to be watching Captain America) either has a lazy eye or he’s reading over my shoulder.
