My job requires me to interview athletes, coaches, and many others. And I am new to this organization of men in spandex.
So tonight, while I was mostly successful, I also managed to embarrass myself.
This afternoon at work I was given an assignment for a feature story. As in seven hours ago I was given the assignment.
After doing some research on the athlete, getting a decent start, I decided to call him to set up a time to meet. I was thinking sometime in the next couple days.
Instead I found myself agreeing to 7:30, less than three hours ago.
The interview went fairly well, except for one moment.
I had typed up some questions, but had not phrased one well. I asked the question, and the athlete looked at me quizzically.
I attempted to rephrase.
He waited. I mumbled. I blushed. He laughed and called me cute.
Years later I came up with a modified question, now not entirely sure what I was asking. He graciously answered, coming up with his own direction.
I unzipped my jacket and moved on. Boy, did I feel professional.