Bay of Pigs Part II
It was a busy weekend at school. As I've mentioned, I had a lot of things due...a paper on Friday and a large group project on Saturday. I hadn't had much sleep the last few days of last week, so I was tired and cranky on Friday morning. Made it to my 8:30 AM class, though, so that was a good start. At 11, we had a meeting for our International Business Experience, and for those of us going to Cuba we had a special visitor...the Cuban Ambassador to the UK and his wife were coming to meet us! How cool is that!
His Excellency gave us what can only be called an oration about Cuban life, Cuban history and Cuban American relations. (FYI, when he tells it we are not the heroes.) His wife, a lovely woman who was in the front row listening attentively, would occasionally make exclamations in support of what he said. It was kind of like a storefront church call and holler dynamic, but more political.
It was very serious, economics-focused stuff. Really thought provoking. And then my cell phone rang.
I'm not a morning person and I forget important things like turning my phone to mute before going into a meeting with a sober topic.
I dove for my bag...and couldn't find it. It just got louder, and louder and louder. The ambassador stopped speaking. The room was waiting for me to sort it out. I had to empty my bag before I found it and silenced it.
And the worst part? This is my cellphone ring. It was like laughing at a funeral or swearing in church.
I am a complete loser.
His Excellency gave us what can only be called an oration about Cuban life, Cuban history and Cuban American relations. (FYI, when he tells it we are not the heroes.) His wife, a lovely woman who was in the front row listening attentively, would occasionally make exclamations in support of what he said. It was kind of like a storefront church call and holler dynamic, but more political.
It was very serious, economics-focused stuff. Really thought provoking. And then my cell phone rang.
I'm not a morning person and I forget important things like turning my phone to mute before going into a meeting with a sober topic.
I dove for my bag...and couldn't find it. It just got louder, and louder and louder. The ambassador stopped speaking. The room was waiting for me to sort it out. I had to empty my bag before I found it and silenced it.
And the worst part? This is my cellphone ring. It was like laughing at a funeral or swearing in church.
I am a complete loser.
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"Master Mate, Barnabas, Willy...What are you doing up there? Crippling crayfish, you're a fine lot you are."
And yes, my co-coach's name really is Simon. Which somehow makes everything he says more important.