Devin and Kim

This is officially my first blog ever. As a result of being a first-timer, I have received strict instructions from my mentor, B. I will now dutifully recite an episode that I had last night while traveling home from the SLC airport with my Atlanta cohorts (minus Camille and Ronnie). While Bryant and Gabe rambled themselves deeper and deeper into a computer-lingo conversation, I found myself lacking the ability to give my complete concentration to interpreting their conversation and instead decided to dig into the deep confines of my purse to find my work schedule for the following day. To my dismay, the pink post-it had altogether disappeared. In order to save myself from the disaster of showing up at the wrong time (or not showing up at all), I asked Jason to drive by my work on the way into town while I quickly ran in to check the schedule.Everyone was tired and I knew that we all just wanted to be home eating our own foods and sleeping in our own beds, so I made an effort to be quick while at work. As I returned to the car and slammed the door after me, I shared my excitement with the group that I had beaten the alarm system that we have at work. By this I mean that I had gone in, checked the schedule, and come back out within the one minute grace period that the alarm has before going off. I was beaming with pride at my accomplishment when Gabe quickly replaced my joyous feeling with one of complete terror. He casually mentioned that I was nothing short of an idiot; the alarm would still go off whether or not I was in and out within the minute's time. I tried to talk my way out of the situation, but Jason had turned the car around was heading back before I could object. Bryant insisted upon following into the building with his camera to catch my embarrassment as i realized that Gabe was indeed right; the alarm was shrieking uncontrollably. I raced down the hall, hurtled around a chair, and breathlessly arrived at the alarm system to punch in the code. The whole time I was racking my brain for the passcode that the alarm people or police would undoubtedly want from me. I sighed as the high pitched wail ceased, but my relief did not last long. The phone started to ring immediately after the noise concluded, and from the look on his face, I knew B was enjoying my shame more and more by the second. In my state of stupidity, I strongly considered just ignoring the phone and walking out, but I knew that no one in their right mind would be calling LA Weightloss at 10 PM for a consultation, so I faced the music and answered the phone. Luckily, the pass code had just re-entered my mind as I picked up the phone. The man was nice, he assurred me that they would just ignore the whole incident. However, I know that this incident will go down on my wall of shame in the minds of the people that were with me. Like the time I ran into a dumpster in my mom's mini van, this is something I will probably hear about for a long, long time.