My craptastic day, Lol
...true stories are always funnier, Right?
(Sigh)
'K here goes, a day in the life of:
On my usual 3.5 (daily) hours of sleep:
-Wake up between 4:30am and 4:45a to get to work by 5:00am
-Spend six hours being painfully nice to people.
-Don't have time to drink coffee.
-Don't have time to make my protein shake, grab a small sausage and jalapeno kolache in between customers.
-On my way out of work grab a small frappe so I can at least get one shot of espresso in me.
-Leave for class 10 minutes late (class being downtown, on main, 30 minutes away, and an extra $5.00 a pop to get in because of the location) because other shift manager was late, after calling me and asking me "Do you REALLY need me to come in right at 11:00?" and my response "Yes, I actually need you before 11:00, because I have class...across town, so be here on time...or before time." ...Finally see her...around 11:10.
-Get partially down the road and realize I have no gas.
-Almost run out of gas before I find a station on that stretch of the feeder of 290 going towards the beltway.
-Use litte bit of cash that's not going towards class, to get me enough gas to get across town to class, where I can find a station I have a gas card to.
-Get across town 10 minutes late, and no parking downtown.
-Finally find a meter, and it steal the majority of my change, giving me 23 minues for eight quarters. I promptly
dump what few nickles and dimes I have in it and sprint to class.
-Miss the majority of the awesome class (mma/jkd) and have to settle for (ominous music) ladies cardio kick. I *HATE* working out to music. HATE it. HATE it. HATE is a strong word for me. I don't use it very often. I HATE working out to music (The class was otherwise fantastic however. Stanley and Tim can make even a cardio kick worthwhile).
- Arms begin to shake violently due to my last few day's diet of sugar, caffiene, and whatever scraps I can afford in between customers. Feeling slighly woozey. Overcaffinating myself daily and then having almost no caffine, after back to back workout days, probably not helping here...but that's just a guess.
- Walk out to my car and have a $250.00 parking ticket.
-The other cars (who also have expired meters...yes...I checked...is that petty?) do NOT have parking tickets, neither does the truck in the 'no parking' zone in front of me.
-Start driving towards home. The street I normally take, which spits me directly towards the freeway is closed. I take a wrong turn on Houston's god forsaken one way streets, and find myself on 59. Okay...not the way I wanted to go but fine. Take 59 to 610, that's fine.
-Almost get ran off the road by an 18 wheeler.
- ...And oh...hey...check it out. I'm almost out of gas...AGAIN! And all the exits until 1-10 are closed.
-I-10, I think I can I think I can I think I can... car dies as I pull into the gas staion. I roll (s l o w l y) to the pump.
-Car filled... return to car, begin to drive, realize that cell phone has been left at work....grin... sigh...okay...fuck it. It can just stay there...at least they won't be able to call me in right?
-Promptly get cut off by a fuck tard while trying to get on the beltway. Consider the idea of leaping from my vehicle pulling him from his car and beating him sensless as he slows down to pay a toll. Weigh satisfaction vs. jail time...
- See that he's digging frantically for change as I whiz on by with my eztag and feel considerably better.... Ha, fucktard who's in a hurry now? Yeah, lets all race to sit at a standstill in the .75$ full service lane. Gotta really hurry for that.
-Okay, almost home, food shower sleep... in that order.
-Walk in door, cats out of food. They LET-ME-KNOW, the second that the front door is open.
-Empty the last of the bag into their bowls. They look at it in distaste and walk away.
-Walks towards sliding glass door to shut blinds as extreme sunlight bouncing off neighbor's pink house and reflecting into the living room is superheating the house, thus making air conditioning go balistic...and see a GIGANTIC MASS OF fireants coming in through sliding glass door and through one of the windows.
-Use the last of the ant spray combating the nasty little critters and wake up the ferret who insists that it's 'playtime'.
..it's not playtime...it's nap time..I was almost sure of it. Lol.
(Sigh)
'K here goes, a day in the life of:
On my usual 3.5 (daily) hours of sleep:
-Wake up between 4:30am and 4:45a to get to work by 5:00am
-Spend six hours being painfully nice to people.
-Don't have time to drink coffee.
-Don't have time to make my protein shake, grab a small sausage and jalapeno kolache in between customers.
-On my way out of work grab a small frappe so I can at least get one shot of espresso in me.
-Leave for class 10 minutes late (class being downtown, on main, 30 minutes away, and an extra $5.00 a pop to get in because of the location) because other shift manager was late, after calling me and asking me "Do you REALLY need me to come in right at 11:00?" and my response "Yes, I actually need you before 11:00, because I have class...across town, so be here on time...or before time." ...Finally see her...around 11:10.
-Get partially down the road and realize I have no gas.
-Almost run out of gas before I find a station on that stretch of the feeder of 290 going towards the beltway.
-Use litte bit of cash that's not going towards class, to get me enough gas to get across town to class, where I can find a station I have a gas card to.
-Get across town 10 minutes late, and no parking downtown.
-Finally find a meter, and it steal the majority of my change, giving me 23 minues for eight quarters. I promptly
dump what few nickles and dimes I have in it and sprint to class.
-Miss the majority of the awesome class (mma/jkd) and have to settle for (ominous music) ladies cardio kick. I *HATE* working out to music. HATE it. HATE it. HATE is a strong word for me. I don't use it very often. I HATE working out to music (The class was otherwise fantastic however. Stanley and Tim can make even a cardio kick worthwhile).
- Arms begin to shake violently due to my last few day's diet of sugar, caffiene, and whatever scraps I can afford in between customers. Feeling slighly woozey. Overcaffinating myself daily and then having almost no caffine, after back to back workout days, probably not helping here...but that's just a guess.
- Walk out to my car and have a $250.00 parking ticket.
-The other cars (who also have expired meters...yes...I checked...is that petty?) do NOT have parking tickets, neither does the truck in the 'no parking' zone in front of me.
-Start driving towards home. The street I normally take, which spits me directly towards the freeway is closed. I take a wrong turn on Houston's god forsaken one way streets, and find myself on 59. Okay...not the way I wanted to go but fine. Take 59 to 610, that's fine.
-Almost get ran off the road by an 18 wheeler.
- ...And oh...hey...check it out. I'm almost out of gas...AGAIN! And all the exits until 1-10 are closed.
-I-10, I think I can I think I can I think I can... car dies as I pull into the gas staion. I roll (s l o w l y) to the pump.
-Car filled... return to car, begin to drive, realize that cell phone has been left at work....grin... sigh...okay...fuck it. It can just stay there...at least they won't be able to call me in right?
-Promptly get cut off by a fuck tard while trying to get on the beltway. Consider the idea of leaping from my vehicle pulling him from his car and beating him sensless as he slows down to pay a toll. Weigh satisfaction vs. jail time...
- See that he's digging frantically for change as I whiz on by with my eztag and feel considerably better.... Ha, fucktard who's in a hurry now? Yeah, lets all race to sit at a standstill in the .75$ full service lane. Gotta really hurry for that.
-Okay, almost home, food shower sleep... in that order.
-Walk in door, cats out of food. They LET-ME-KNOW, the second that the front door is open.
-Empty the last of the bag into their bowls. They look at it in distaste and walk away.
-Walks towards sliding glass door to shut blinds as extreme sunlight bouncing off neighbor's pink house and reflecting into the living room is superheating the house, thus making air conditioning go balistic...and see a GIGANTIC MASS OF fireants coming in through sliding glass door and through one of the windows.
-Use the last of the ant spray combating the nasty little critters and wake up the ferret who insists that it's 'playtime'.
..it's not playtime...it's nap time..I was almost sure of it. Lol.