7:15 AM: Realize it's time to crawl out of bed after hitting snooze about three times. Shower and throw on some clothes.
7:50 AM: Leave the house and walk a few blocks to the bus stop.
8 AM: Board the bus.
8:20 AM: Arrive at Millhopper Shopping Plaza. Walk to the coffee shop. Damn, Angela's not working....means I have to pay.
8:45 AM: Clock in. Proceed to man the store by myself.
6:09 PM: Clock out. Walk to the eastbound no. 10 bus stop.
6:55 PM: After checking the posted bus schedule about 40 times to make sure I read correctly that it should have been there by 6:36, I decide to jog about half a mile to the southbound no. 43 bus stop.
7 PM: The next time the no. 43 passes here is at 8:15. Fuck. Jog about 2 miles south to try and catch the eastbound no. 5.
7:20 PM: Proceed to wait an entire hour for the no. 5, making a few phone calls during the wait. Confirm from 3 different people that this bus, as well as the other two, are not buses that are effected by the spring break schedule. Three buses should have come by now. Realize there haven't been any westbound buses passing the stop across the street, either.
8:20 PM: Start the long walk home in a pair of dress shoes and a skirt, looking back over my shoulder every now and then, just knowing a bus will come zipping by at any minute. Never happens. Stop fuming over the bus system after about 3 miles. Remove my shoes after about 5 miles.
9:50 PM: 9 miles later and almost 4 hours after clocking out, arrive home, rip off my clothes and take a cold shower.
This is just not my week. It's been one bad spill after another.
It will all be better in 6 days.
7:50 AM: Leave the house and walk a few blocks to the bus stop.
8 AM: Board the bus.
8:20 AM: Arrive at Millhopper Shopping Plaza. Walk to the coffee shop. Damn, Angela's not working....means I have to pay.
8:45 AM: Clock in. Proceed to man the store by myself.
6:09 PM: Clock out. Walk to the eastbound no. 10 bus stop.
6:55 PM: After checking the posted bus schedule about 40 times to make sure I read correctly that it should have been there by 6:36, I decide to jog about half a mile to the southbound no. 43 bus stop.
7 PM: The next time the no. 43 passes here is at 8:15. Fuck. Jog about 2 miles south to try and catch the eastbound no. 5.
7:20 PM: Proceed to wait an entire hour for the no. 5, making a few phone calls during the wait. Confirm from 3 different people that this bus, as well as the other two, are not buses that are effected by the spring break schedule. Three buses should have come by now. Realize there haven't been any westbound buses passing the stop across the street, either.
8:20 PM: Start the long walk home in a pair of dress shoes and a skirt, looking back over my shoulder every now and then, just knowing a bus will come zipping by at any minute. Never happens. Stop fuming over the bus system after about 3 miles. Remove my shoes after about 5 miles.
9:50 PM: 9 miles later and almost 4 hours after clocking out, arrive home, rip off my clothes and take a cold shower.
This is just not my week. It's been one bad spill after another.
It will all be better in 6 days.
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