My life as a drama, and why Rafal owes me BIG!

Scene One: my bed

So I'm passed out and it's like 7:08am. Rafal knocks on my door and with one little "Hello," he tares open the door and starts frantically yelling about angry advertisers and distributing our paper "NOW."

Fuckin 'ell.

So he takes off to rent a car and I'm just stunned. I walk around my apartment in my underwear for a little bit, check my email and wonder how the fuck I'm going to make my interviews when I'm in a car downtown chucking Gazette's all over the place.

And then the laundry list of other shit I have to do starts flooding my brain. I have to prepare my apartment for the lovely Jessica's arrival. I have to report on a cow and lama shitting in random receptacles at Victoria park. I have to cut the mop top that's a sorry excuse for a hair style. Then I have to go to the wedding reception of my ex-girlfriend and the guy she cheated on me with. Then I have to drink all I can out of the open bar.

[pant, pant]


Scene Two: Spring Garden Road

I'm standing outside Subway with two bundles of papers in my hand and my contact for the international student work permits story calls me. "Hi Reid, I've got Megan Edwards here, she's the senior policy analyst with the Nova Scotia Office of Immigration, and Ron Heisler, the director of operations for Citizenship and Immigration in Nova Scotia."

Zoinks! Wasn't expecting that. I thought our 9am call was just to set up a time when he and "somebody from the province" could meet.

"Umm, could I call you back in like ten minutes?" The words literally just crawled out of my mouth. How does a gumshoe student reporter tell these important people to wait? But there was no way I could do it right then and there, two feet away from an intersection.

Dammit Rafal, you are ON NOTICE too!


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