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I just got terribly owned by my own blur-ness.
Abby the klutz strikes again, what's new.
At 830pm in the evening, I spent a good ten minutes trying to make long distance calls to London with various phones for my UCL interview only to get a British-sounding voice recording telling me to leave a message.
All this while chewing on my nails and repeating "SHIT SHIT FML FML TTM" audibly numerous times.
In the office.
After that, I sent a very panicked email to the UCL Admissions Officer that went " I'm afraid that I have not been able to get through to Dr Hewitson for the last ten minutes.Please advice." ( USED THE NOUN INSTEAD OF THE VERB. GG THEY THINK I'M STUPID NOW D:)
When I saw the reply, I just stared helplessly at the screen for half a minute before bursting into peals of laughter and made such a din that several people poked their heads out of their cubicles- "The telephone interview is on 25th March, not 25th February!"
With the help of Tim and under the discouragement of Olivia, I then crafted and sent out what I thought would be a witty and humorous reply-
" Oh dear! What a boo-boo!
Uh, we'll keep this between you and me, alright? (:
I'll call on the 25th of March. Sorry for the trouble!
Abigail"
I sure hope UCL Admissions will find a giggly scatterbrain that makes horrendous typos under stressful situations endearing.
Abby the klutz strikes again, what's new.
At 830pm in the evening, I spent a good ten minutes trying to make long distance calls to London with various phones for my UCL interview only to get a British-sounding voice recording telling me to leave a message.
All this while chewing on my nails and repeating "SHIT SHIT FML FML TTM" audibly numerous times.
In the office.
After that, I sent a very panicked email to the UCL Admissions Officer that went " I'm afraid that I have not been able to get through to Dr Hewitson for the last ten minutes.Please advice." ( USED THE NOUN INSTEAD OF THE VERB. GG THEY THINK I'M STUPID NOW D:)
When I saw the reply, I just stared helplessly at the screen for half a minute before bursting into peals of laughter and made such a din that several people poked their heads out of their cubicles- "The telephone interview is on 25th March, not 25th February!"
With the help of Tim and under the discouragement of Olivia, I then crafted and sent out what I thought would be a witty and humorous reply-
" Oh dear! What a boo-boo!
Uh, we'll keep this between you and me, alright? (:
I'll call on the 25th of March. Sorry for the trouble!
Abigail"
I sure hope UCL Admissions will find a giggly scatterbrain that makes horrendous typos under stressful situations endearing.