My life is a comedy of errors

(I stole that headline from someone's Facebook profile.)

There, I've confessed. I am a terrible liar. Can't even lie about a silly quote.

Like today, when I knew very well that I did not have my assignment for Spanish lit class (one of THREE Spanish lit courses I'm taking this semester- matarme por favor) I couldn't look my professor in the eye during the entire hour. When, just before we were dismissed, he made his rounds and took up everyone's papers, I ducked my head and slipped out the door. I couldn't tell a story about my aunt passing away (which, sadly, is true) or even make one up about a broken laptop, busted printer and lost bulldog bucks card. I'm a whimp. A whimp with a screaming conscience. A whimp with a screaming conscience that will never shut up.

I digress...I'm in my second week of school and the new job covering state legislature. It's been interesting so far, but my boss is a bit scatterbrained since he fired all his reporters last December and has been pulling everyone's weight since. I feel bad for the guy and the guys that I, a lowly intern, have replaced. I am doing their job for $7.50/hr and probably not doing a very good job at that. But this makes me hopeful for my future in journalism. If they're firing all the expensive, seasoned reporters because they can't afford proper journalism, then by all means, please hire the young and inexperienced! I know I'm getting assigned a helluva lot more stories now than had there been four pros to compete with.

I don't think I'll ever get tired of walking past the capitol; it's actually pretty thrilling. You feel like you're going someplace exciting, some small part of the machine of government, one tiny screw in the engine of change....

And then you realize you're stuck outside your office with no key card to get in because your boss (who is busy writing 10 bajillion stories) didn't have time to issue you one.

Comedy.
Error.
Life.