Love is a many splendored thing

I got up at six this morning to go to the career fair on campus. It starts at seven, and even though nobody there is really going to be hiring, I wanted to hope against hope that they would take one look at my fabulous hair and beg me to work for them. Well, just before leaving, I thought I’d check the website to find out it doesn’t start until nine. That makes more sense anyway. My floor squeaks and it’s still dark out.