That stupid sticker

1.9.13

      After I had finished doing my initial interview with the two guys, R came back into the room at a dizzying pace with a full entourage in-tow.
     "We need to get you ready to meet Pat." She said with a flourish as another guy came at me with a personal microphone to clip on my sweater. I had picked out a black swoop-neck shirt and a hot pink sweater to wear for the day, the colors were absolutely what Kaitlyn would have picked out. "I like your outfit," commented R.
      "Thanks, I had to go shopping after you called me yesterday," I admitted.
      "Well, I'm glad I didn't call you today!" she replied back, rather surprised at my confession. I would have had to wear either scrubs or maternity clothes if she had called that day, neither of which sounded particularly appealing.
       "Yeah I picked this out yesterday and did a triple-look-over to make sure I didn't leave any of those dumb stickers with the size on them!" I kept talking (ugh).
        That's when the mic guy chimed in.
        "Since you brought it up, there's an L sticker under your left armpit."
        Of course there is! Good grief.
         I started laughing and peeled it off as we got my mic all situated and then we headed back through the room of cubicles and pacing phone people, through a kitchen and into the main lobby of the office. They filmed me walking down the hall to meet Pat (why?) and then asked me to wait for a few minutes until they were ready to bring me into the room. I stood awkwardly outside the glass wall where I knew Pat was on the other side, even though half of it was frosted so you couldn't clearly see who was on the other side. I waited, and waited, and finally, they told me, "Pat's ready for you now."