Harry's Morning
You see, this all started roughly eighteen hours earlier when I woke up at 7:10 this morning to get ready for an interview at the school where I want to work at this morning. I wish my day had started off like any other day. If it were only easy to wake up, shower, etc, etc. and I know that it’s not always a good thing but who cares, right? But no, my alarm didn’t go off at 6:05, and I overslept. Anyway, I hopped in the shower for about five minutes in cold water, dressed up in my nice jeans and try to fix this nest on my head, called hair. I couldn’t even style my hair in its perfect style this morning! Ugh, Harry Osborn problems! Anyway, once my hair is gelled, I put on an undershirt before I move into my kitchen, warming up last night’s leftover, which is Pepperoni pizza, my fav. Anyway, while I try to warm the remaining slices of pizza with my blow dryer since the microwave decided to die on me this morning, my phone starts ringing. ‘There goes a peaceful breakfast.’ I think to myself, but I answer the phone anyway.
“Mom?”
“Harry?”
“Morning, Ma.” I say turning of the blow dryer.
“Hey, sweetheart. Your dad and I just got upstate a while ago. Anyway, do you have the directions all set for you to drive up to the cabin?”
“Yes, I do, Ma.”
“Great. I’ll be doing seating arrangements and I want to make sure that Max is still coming.”
“Um, I think he said he’s all packed up.”
“Wonderful! Now, drinks are at 6:15 PM tonight, SHARP!” She reminds me.
“I know, Ma.” I tell her for the umpteenth time.‘God, she’s annoying at Christmastime.’
“The two of us are so excited to meet him.” My mom squeals. “I have a feeling that this will be a Christmas to remember, you know what I mean?”
“Sure.”
“So…do you think that he could be the one?”
“I don’t know.” I tell her and she sighs at my response. “Maybe, he could, but I haven’t thought about it to be honest. Besides, we’ve only been dating for a total of five weeks. I don’t want to rush into anything too fast. Plus my interview is in about-”
I look at my watch. It’s been about ten minutes since I've been awake and my interview is at 8:15.
“Forty-ish minutes from now.” I tell my mom.
“But I - we want grand kids, sweetheart, right honey?” She asks my dad.
“Grand kids, Harold! Particularly three or four!” My dad cheered happily from God knows where in the cabin, loudly. “We’re not getting any younger!”
“Ma, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I don’t really have a lot of time to talk about this right now. I’m getting ready for this interview right now.”
“Oh, before you go, promise me that you’ll wear that Christmas sweater with that cute beanie.”
“Oh, nah! Hell no!” I exclaim in horror. “Ma, I-”
“Come on! You look good with that cute little sweater. Besides, the color red brings out your eyes.” She tells me. ‘Well, she has a point there. I love the color red, but she gives me way too many red clothes.’
“Please, Ma. No more red clothes for Christmas anymore. Please.” I beg her.
“Honey, red is the best color in your entire wardrobe that brings out your blue eyes.”
“I agree with that statement, but-” And she starts rambling on and on about the color red and how it looks good on me.
“Ma.”
She keeps talking.
“Mom.”
She still keeps talking.
“Mommy.”
She still keeps on talking.
“Mother.”
She’s still talking.
“EMILY!” I exclaim.
My mom stops talking.
It’s really sad that I always have to call her by her name when I need her to stop talking.
“I’m sorry, but I really have to go!” I tell her apologetically.
“Oh, that’s okay, honey.”
“All right, ma. I-”
“Your dad wants to talk to you.”
“Mom, I-”
“Harry.”
“Hey, Dad. I am a shoe in to get a position at Columbia to work for Dr. Connors, right?” I ask him nervously.
“Yes. I mean, you sold him a batch of cupcakes and he enjoyed them.” My dad says proudly.
“Dad, I was maybe eight or nine when he called me Little Teddy.” I remind him as I rush towards my dress shirt, forgetting the pizza.
“Harry…”
“I know, I know. Never take no for an answer.” I say.
“Exactly. I really don’t see why you don’t want to work at Oscorp now.”
“I want to work at Oscorp on my own merits and terms, not by a handout because of our last name, dad.”
“I know.” My dad tells me. “You always tell me, and even though I want to work at Oscorp right now, I admire and respect your decision.”
“Thanks. I will work there eventually, but I need to explore my other options for a while.”
“Now, make sure that you don’t leave that room until you get a “Yes”, all right?”
“Ok.” I respond. “So what did you tell Dr. Connors?”
“I told him that you’re a late bloomer who’s been volunteering at Oscorp.”
“That works.” I say as putting on my tie.
“Now, it’s time to get your life together and make us proud!” Norman says to me.
“Ok. Thanks, daddy.”
“Knock ‘em dead, kid.” Norman says as he passes the phone back to my mom. “LOVE YOU!”
“I hope that things are really turning for you!” Emily says.
“Ok, bye mom.” I say as I pick up my briefcase, and leave my apartment.
“Don’t forget to get to put your suitcase in your car.” Emily says as I’m in the elevator that is currently going down.
“Crap!” I say ending the phone call.
As the elevator went down, the elevator got stuck.
“This cannot be happening to me.” I sigh out loud.
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Five minutes later, I get downstairs.
“Damn the clothes. I’ll go back and get them later.” I tell myself as I run towards may car.
Not even five minutes into my drive, I am stuck in traffic.
“Of all days, there has to be traffic today? There’s hardly ever traffic on this street!” I groan to myself as I try not to block the intersection.
Just as I was going to drive forward, some guy trying to turn left crashed into the car next to me, effectively blocking my path.
“You asshole!” The guy yells at me.
I’ve been called an asshole by an impatient driver who wasn’t even supposed to go. I am so gonna miss this interview. Norman is gonna be pissed.
“This is definitely happening to me.” I sarcastically say to myself. “This is a fabulous start to the Christmas holiday. All I want for Christmas is a nice, serious boyfriend who won’t use me or be dishonest/unfaithful, a good job, and to be blessed with health and strength. I guess that isn’t happening.”
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I get to the school ten minutes after my scheduled interview.
Even though I called and told Dr. Connor’s secretary what was going on, I still hoped to score the interview with the man himself, but the babbling, bumbling, bleach-blonde bitch was just…ugh. I hope that she gets coal in her stocking. She even called campus security on me, for being “tardy” to a scheduled meeting and that I should leave my house early. Even Dr. Connors tuned me away for being late. Bitches!
"Things were supposed to work out for me." I tell myself, very defeated as I go to my car.
Well, I guess it’s off to Oscorp for another day of volunteering.