Part of being a personal assistant is I have to be on my game at all times. I need to be ready to pick up cupcakes, do research, run errands, go on a wild goose hunt and hop on a plane in a moments notice.
Yesterday, I roll into my of office and found out I needed to be on a plane in two hours to head to Arizona. I run home, throw a few items in a bag, hope I packed something that would turn into a decent outfit, and get to the plane in time for departure.
I organize someone else's life for a living, but somehow I can't figure out how to organize my own. We land in Arizona and it is snowing! Did I bring a jacket, no. I ended up being up until midnight scrubbing scuffs off doors (don't ask), did I bring jeans, no. I have had this job three years now.
Luckily, I ended up full dressed this morning, packing everything I need to hide my naked self. The mountains were beautifully decorated, and I was able to stretch out my scrubbing muscles at a chair exercise class. Even though I can't organize my own life, I'm pretty good at faking that I'm on my game! Hopefully I can keep this facade up to keep my job!