I had a meeting to discuss the possibility of doing an internship. It was this morning at 8 am. It was outside of the city and it would take me about an hour to get there. This was the closest I have gotten to an interview, so knowing myself and how clumsy I can be, I planed everything as much as I could to make it a success. I would have to take the first bus of the day to that part of the city, from the center, so I had to make sure I wouldn't miss it. As a precaution I took an earlier tram to make sure I would be at the bus stop in time. I got there at 7h20 and I froze while waiting for the bus. I proudly got to the meeting place at 7h50.
Perfect, just like a Swede would do! No Sara way this time!
I was warmly welcome by members of staff but the responsible that would meet me was not there yet.
8:00... 8:10... 8:20...
Well, this is odd. Maybe something happened. Swedes are never late!
Let me check my email... ok, the meeting is at 9am!!!
She booked the meeting and sent me a notification straight from the outlook calendar, which for some stupid reason is in the portuguese timezone in my computer, and it automatically converted the time of the meeting! Luckily, it was portuguese time and not another one, and I got there an hour before and not after the meeting!
If only the book I had with me was not called "Barbara the slut" I could have read, but like that I didn't dare.
Just another day in the Sara world...