Day two and your favorite reporter (that's me now) was late once again. Yay! Being late is so much fun, especially with our very, very considerate boss. To be honest, practically the only reason I was late today was that nature called at the wrong time. What I thought would be a five minute session with the toilet ended up being around 15 minutes long. Even nature itself hates me. Thank you so much, world.
In hopes of going under the radar, I snuck to where all the delegates/reporters were gathered. But of course, the devil knows everything. Thus he was the first one I was confronted by. He was waiting, tapping his foot, arms folded, with that angry red face that I "love" a lot. I swear I saw a little steam come out of his ears. I am assuming you know what he did next.
"LATE AGAIN? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AT 7:45"
I looked at my watch. It read 8:20. I thought I was supposed to be in school by 8. Remember what I said about improvement? Never mind that now.
“WE HAD TO DELAY TAKING THE PRESS TEAM’S GROUP PICTURE JUST BECAUSE OF YOU"
In other cases I would've replied, "Aww, you did that for me?" but at the moment I felt that it would not be appreciated, at all. Thus I dove straight into the depths of my mind to think of an excuse.
"Uhh, the clock ate my dog," I replied and let me tell you one thing; I have never regretted saying something as quickly as I did then. Wow! How did I even get through school with excuses like this?
"WHAT WAS THAT?" I swear this man was not going to stop yelling till I went completely deaf.
I composed myself and managed to let out a faint, "My clock stopped working." I have never seen a more disappointed look on anyone's face, ever. Without a word, he left. Thank god that was the end of that.
So I quickly fixed my messy hair and joined the line to take the picture. The picture went fine, because thankfully, I was the furthest possible distance away from the boss. Then it was back to the press room. Thankfully, the my boss had some "business" to tend to, so I was safe… for now.
Around 20 minutes of the best time I've had in the press room ended when the door opened with a loud bag and the boss himself walked in. Thankfully I had to go around committees with Aashir. So I did not have to bear the pain of being in the same room as an angry devil. I headed out to all committees to see what all was happening, how heated things were getting and other, let us say, "Reporter Stuff".
Since, I was not running from one building to the other this time, I was less tired today and a little more energetic. Of course, there is nothing that brings a smile to your face like looking at delegates screaming at each other while the Dias desperately shouts, "DECORUM DELEGATES!" A little fresh and a little happier than before, I started walking back to the press room. Of course, life does not like me being happy so they sent my "lovely" boss to bump into me.
"WHY ARE YOU ROAMING ABOUT? GO DO SOME WORK. WRITE ABOUT THE COMMITTEES," he yelled, or should I say "roared".
"Fine," I replied.
So here I am again, writing this diary entry instead of the thing that I'm actually supposed to be doing. I hope my boss does not find out. If I don't have another entry by tomorrow, then know that I have been taken by the devil. Wish me luck.
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