Dear Awkwardness,

It is one thing to tell me the wrong location of a meeting with a member of the clinic's executive committee.  But did you also have to tell me the wrong date and time?  I mean, feeling that I am late is hard enough for me, but then you have me show up sweaty and out of breath and interrupt another meeting, only to find out that I can't read a calendar.  Not cool.  But, thanks for reminding me to wear my bling while working on my thesis.  It looks great with the outfit I picked out to wear to the temple tonight.

Your fickle friend,
Allison