The day after Rachael moved to DC, she went to the first day of her job. It was the same day I was going to a job interview. So after I pointed her in the right direction in the morning, I started getting ready for my interview; prepping resumes, taking a shower, grooming, et cetera. A little after noon, I headed out for my interview. The intervie was in DC, so I had to leave over an hour early to be punctual. She called me as I was heading into DC.
"Hey, they're letting me out early," she said. "Want to go to lunch?"
"I can't," I said sadly. "I'm on the way to my interview." Now keep in mind, this interview was for a Senior Production position, so it was a huge jump from my previous post.
There was silence on the line, so I offered a suggestion.
"Come back to the apartment, and when I get home from the interview, we can go eat. Or you can fix something for yourself in the mean time. Either way."
More silence. Half a minute later, she responded. "I don't have a key to the apartment."
Uh oh. She's right. I didn't know they were letting her out early, or I would have left the door unlocked. It was my turn to be silent, as I tried to make a solution. I was just barely on track to making it to the interview. I weighed my options and decided that the job can wait, I need to take care of a friend. "No problem," I assured. "I'll go back and open the door." I turned my car around and headed back to my apartment.
A few minutes after we hung up, I got a text message from her that read:
"Thanks for being rude and yelling at me."
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