Murphy needs to change his law

It takes a Zippo to light a smoke. It was 10°C but it felt like minus for me. The second I finally sat in front of hot lunch with a friend, my phone started vibrating in my pocket: "We should meet up in half an hour to prepare for the events tonight." He said. I took my food to-go.

We were hoping the new professional camera would come in before the first press visit in the new office, then we would go to a Disco as journalists to cover the Oktober Fest. The first appointment was at 16:00, but as we finished lunch in the flat around 15:30, we decided that I had to stay to wait for the order --- we truly needed it for the festival. I sat in front PC, watched Dailyshow, SNL, then read all the interesting news, checked DHL tracking site every 10 minutes, which said :"The product has been delivered from Würzburg. It arrived at Berlin at 9:16AM. You should be able be receive it today." I should-- the worst statement ever because I was so anxious to put my hands on the professional camera for the first time, my current no-brain-required camera makes terrible night indoor photos, and even if I had it then, I would probably need a moment to familiarize the functions-- it is going to be a computer.

Around 16:45, I got a call and told that we would also need a dictaphone for the interviews. So I threw on my coat and headed for the super market. 45 seconds after I stepped out the door, I saw a DHL car passed me by; I had the urge to chase it for I might catch up with it at the red light, but it took a right turn at the next corner. Ok, maybe it was not for me, a lot of people order things online and have them through DHL delivered, right?

I got into the supermarket. It'd be a nightmare to do any shopping because it was Friday night, therefore each cashier had a two-mile line. But anyhow, we need what we need. They must have Dictaphone. Every store has them, including some small Turkish or Asian grocery stores. Eh... no, this two-floor super didn't have it.

On my way back to the flat I told him that we might just have to take notes. Then I looked into the mailbox-- no notice, on the door--either,then I checked the DHL site:"First delivery 16:48. Your order is in the post office in the follow 7 days."

Murphy needs to change his law.

I dialed his number and told him the new status, he called the customer service number and found out that the order had already arrived in the post office, I was told:"Print out the page and come to the Mall post office as soon as possible. They close in 15 minutes." I yelled at the printer to work fast, and ran through all the red light, but I made it. Then I realized that I forgot my Passport in the flat.

"Your order is to be picked up from Monday on." The girl behind the counter told us.
"But it is urgent, we really need it tonight, as a press agent."
"Ok, then. Let me check. Your IDs please."

And all I got was an expired French student card. "Next time remember to bring the Passport. I would let you have it this time." She was happy to start the weekend in 4 minutes.

Sooo, we eventually got the camera, now it was time to figure out what kind of SD cars it took. We open the package right away and went upstairs for an 8G SD card.

"Take a taxi and meet me at the Disco at 19, alright?"
"Well... I have to change...." The bouncer wold throw me into the canal if I tried to enter it in such attire. Once again, ran through the red lights and asked my clothes to come out of the closet all by themselves. With my shaking hands, I put the camera together. While buckling my suspenders, I thought about how to control the aperture; and tried to remember what Depth of field was as I put on my socks..

On our way to the Festival, I felt all I learnt about Shutter Speed, Depth of focus, proper strength of Flash was all gone. It was a good thing we got to stay in the Festival for a few hours so I had a chance to press all the buttoms...It is yet up to debate how my rookie shots came out, but we made it on time to the Festival and now we have to sort out about 300 photos from the event...