I had an interview with a Ph.D. this morning. His name is Tom Ballestero. He knows all sorts of things about fluid mechanics, water flow, storm water, etc. So in other words, he's smart. We scheduled a phone interview for sometime before 8 AM this morning.
I set my alarm for 7:15. I hit my alarm clock, zombied over to the bathroom, brushed my bed-head out of my face, and pretended I was happy about this interview.
By 7:30 (I don't know where the 15 minutes went, I really don't) I was downstairs in the main lounge of my building. Pajamas on, bed head fairly tamed. Morning breath. Mhmmmmm.
I was on the couch. I had my laptop pulled up, my voice recorder ready. Tom's number was dialing on the my cellphone, which was on speaker. Tears were welling up in my eyes with another yawn. I pretended I wasn't tired.
A nice, calm voice answered the phone. It was pleasant sounding. Rested. I was envious.
I couldn't remember if I should call him Tom, Dr. Ballestero, or Mr. Ballestero. Or even just sir, would have worked, I suppose. I rattled my brain for the best one. I couldn't find it.
Thus, in my morning-clumsy, I dawned stupidity.
"Hi, um, oh, I'm sorry. Is this Catie Hall?" I said.
My heart skipped. Did I really just...? I realized my mistake as soon as I said it. You know, I just want to make a good impression with these brilliant minds I have to talk to. And instead, I has the dumb.
He laughed heartily. "No, you're Catie Hall!"
Thank God the man has a sense of humor.
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