So, I had a work meeting scheduled for today at 8:00. I was frustrated, since it's snowing, and I couldn't ride my bike, but I left with plenty of time and got to the store ten minutes early. No one was there, but I wasn't worried. Except, no one was showing up, even as I waited. I began to get worried. I knocked on the store door, but got no answer. I went to the gas station nearby to look for a phone and a phone book (I couldn't remember the store number). I wasn't able to use the gas station phone, but there was a pay phone outside. So, I got change for a dollar, took a phone book, and went outside. I couldn't find Blockbuster in the phone book. Seriously. And I looked several places. So, I dialed zero, and was told to dial 411 for directory information. So, I did that. Turns out that 411 is seventy-five cents rather than fifty. This meant that I got the number, but was unable to actually call the store. So, I went back and got more change. Called store and got no answer. I assumed that the meeting was being held at another store, and that I had somehow missed this information. Since I would be more than fifteen minutes late by the time I got home, I figured that my boss would have called asking me where I was, and maybe giving me some information. So, freaking out severely the whole way, I went back home, cursing the fact that walking takes twice as long as riding my bike. A woman tried to stop me on the way, and I told her that I was in a really bad mood and couldn't help. I think she actually might have been a religious type trying to proselytize. In fact, I hope she was, because if she needed help, I feel bad for brushing her off.
I was so confused. I was pretty certain that there hadn't anything written down saying the meeting was at another store, and no one had told me anything of the sort.
Finally, I got home. There was no message on my answering machine. I called the store again, as I couldn't think of a better option. My boss answered.
Boss: Thank you for calling Blockbuster.
Me: It's Veleda. What's going on!?
Boss: What?
Me: The meeting!
Boss: That was canceled.
Me: No one told me!
As it turned out, everyone but me had been told that the meeting was canceled. I should probably be angry, but I'm just too relieved that I'm not going to be fired. Plus, I'm getting payed for that hour.
I think I lost five years off my life, though. I kept wishing that I'd have a terrible fall or get hit by a car so I'd have a good reason to not be there. Now, I'm rather glad that nothing of the sort happened, but man I was stressed.
But, everything is good now, and I am no longer hyperventilating.
