the morning from HELL!
The following events take place between 8:00am and 9:20am
Woke up, realized I only had ten minutes to get ready. Jumped out of bed, jumped into clothes, realized sweater had shrunk to a child's size small in dryer, went looking for other clothes, looked at clock and thought I had five minutes, put hair in braid, looked at clock, already two minutes late. Apparently time is out to get me! Ran out door and halfway down the block before realizing I didn’t have my bus pass. Ran back home, then back to bus stop. Bus was late and I missed the seabus by two minutes. GAH! So I got to Starbucks to get something yummy. Business man walks right into me and spills coffee all over my feet which are bare because I’m wearing my heels. Needless to say it hurt!! Then he glares at me and says “thanks” real sarcastically as I’m hopping around trying to cry from the pain, so I say “fuck you, you walked into me, bastard!” and he calls me a bitch and walks away. So I order a latte from a very concerned looking barista, get my drink and book it to the seabus. Get on the boat, drink said latte, gag on said latte. The thing tasted like it was made from cleaning products! Gross! So I'm like 'fine! I'll just listen to my ipod and zone out.' So I reach into my bag and grab my ipod, which I remembered to grab off the table on my way out the door, but alas, I forgot my headphones. So I stare longingly at the useless piece of machinery before throwing it back into my bag. By now, I'm pretty annoyed! Anyway... I get off the boat and out of Waterfront station just in time to see my bus fly by. Woot! So I get the next one (which is this broken down rent-a-bus that looks like they found it in a time rift from the 30’s) read my horoscope which is some bullshit about having good luck today. Go to get off at Broadway, step off the bus only to have the doors slam shut (literally, SLAM… like so fast I couldn’t move) on my poor foot. FOR FUCK SAKES! I almost turned around right then and headed back home… but I figure I’m safer here at my little desk than out on the bus. With my “luck” the seabus would have sank.
Gah!