It's been a shitty couple of hours.
Around 3 PM, I called the sporting goods store where I'd dropped off my skates last week. I needed them sharpened, but it'd been a whole week and I hadn't gotten a phone call back that they were done. So I'm on the phone for over ten minutes, and then I was hung up on. Great. A little while later, I finally got through, and while I was happy that someone told me my skates were done, I was a little less than happy that they "forgot" to call me about them.
So I pulled on my sneakers and headed out the door. No car, which was fine, I'd planned on taking the bus anyway. It's a ten-minute walk to that particular bus stop, but no big deal, even though it was cold. But because it was cold, I had my shoulders hunched and me head down, and I didn't see the broken tree branch until I'd walked right into it (it was less than four feet of the ground!). Once I disentangled myself, I looked in the side mirror of a car parked on the road, and saw three nice long scratches on the side of my face, and two small ones, one on my lip and one under it. ALL FIVE WERE BLEEDING. Fantastic.
But I kept calm and carried on, because they were just scratches and they'd stop bleeding quickly because they weren't huge and I needed to get my freakin' skates. So I got to the bus stop and checked the schedule, and -- oh goody! -- it was supposed to be there in a few minutes. I'd be nice and toasty, wouldn't have to worry about transferring, and I had a good book to read. Yay!
Fifteen minutes go by. Half an hour. The bus runs once every half-hour on Saturday afternoons, so maybe something happened to the previous one? Forty-five minutes. It hadn't occurred to me that I didn't even see the bus go by in the other direction until this point, when one finally did. A full hour later, no bus, and I turned around and went home.
Still no car parked outside the house, so I'm here alone. Texted Es, because I told her I would when I was on my back from getting the skates, but I haven't heard from her. Took a was-supposed-to-be-twenty-minutes-but-turned-into-over-an-hour-long nap, still no sign of her.
So I've got no skates, I've got scratches, and I'm lonely. Tea. At least the tea is tasty. And now we sit and play Pokémon -- Theresa's Crystal Version that she lent me -- even though I'm almost done with that. Augh. Seriously, less than four hours. What a crappy day. :(
Edit, 10:20 PM - OKAY SO IT'S GOTTEN EVEN BETTER HURRAY
Mom came home just a few minutes after I posted this, haha. I took the car and headed out, yay. It's a very straightforward drive to the mall, but I think this was the first time I'd done it myself, and I didn't know the roads so well. I learned the hard way that there are lots of left-lane-must-turn-left lanes out there, and no one likes letting you out of them, so I wound up having to take a couple of detours. And on another street (which is one lane going in each direction), there was a car stopped on my side. The other side was clear, so I started to go around the car, but at the same time, someone else came barrelling down the street in the opposite direction and I'm SO GLAD I'm alive enough to tell you about it. On the last street, right before the mall entrance, a bus was pulled over in the bus stop. It looked like it was going to be there a while, so I started to go around it, when it decided it wanted to come out into the street, and I was forced to continue instead of turn. Yet Another Detour. When I got to the mall, I found a parking spot pretty quickly, so that was good.
I got some food because it was past 8 and I was starving. I went to the post office to mail some cards, but it was closed. Had the bus been on time, I would have made it to the post office. Sigh. So on the way back I got some coffee (because I needed it), and then I stopped in Build-A-Bear to look around (because why the fuck not). I bought a new shirt for my Build-A-Pup but there was only one cashier, because the other decided it would be a good idea to break down boxes with just one person on the line. But the cashier started chatting with the high school kids in front of me and was taking pictures for them, and just as they were finishing up was when the other line opened. Christ.
So finally to get my skates. Couldn't find anyone in the section, couldn't find anyone on the floor at all, so I got on the checkout line to wait. Again, two people in front of me, the line stopped dead. *sigh* When I got to the front, they said "Oh, you didn't have to wait on the line! You can just come up to the front next time!" BUT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE-- augh. At least the skates came out quickly, but everyone thought I was Esmeralda for some reason? XD They gave me her skates and kept saying "Rodriguez and ... what's your friend's name again?" Even the guy who brought out the skates gave me Es' and started to walk away with mine! lskdjflskdj Hilarious.
So I guess when we get married, I'm taking her name. :P
The drive home, at least, was pretty nice, even if there were these two cars pacing at 30 in a 40 for like HALF A MILE. :| Long Island drivers, man. And my right ankle is kinds sore from driving. Because I'm so short, I have to sit with the seat aaaaaaaall the way forward to reach the gas. But the brake is closer, and when I'm coasting and covering the brake (which is most of the time), my foot is flexed because there's not enough room to lie naturally. Hence, it gets overused and sore. Hurray.
I'm pretty exhausted mentally, I'm only vaguely aware of ... well, anything, right now.
And, unrelated to everything, I found my dad watching A Game of Thrones. :D Specifically, that scene in the first season with Littlefinger and Varys, which is like one of my FAVORITE SCENES (whoops, I might have been reciting it alongside the actors). I offered Dad the rest of S1 and all of S2 so we can geek out something proper in March. :D wow the sex scenes are gonna be so awkward
So I pulled on my sneakers and headed out the door. No car, which was fine, I'd planned on taking the bus anyway. It's a ten-minute walk to that particular bus stop, but no big deal, even though it was cold. But because it was cold, I had my shoulders hunched and me head down, and I didn't see the broken tree branch until I'd walked right into it (it was less than four feet of the ground!). Once I disentangled myself, I looked in the side mirror of a car parked on the road, and saw three nice long scratches on the side of my face, and two small ones, one on my lip and one under it. ALL FIVE WERE BLEEDING. Fantastic.
But I kept calm and carried on, because they were just scratches and they'd stop bleeding quickly because they weren't huge and I needed to get my freakin' skates. So I got to the bus stop and checked the schedule, and -- oh goody! -- it was supposed to be there in a few minutes. I'd be nice and toasty, wouldn't have to worry about transferring, and I had a good book to read. Yay!
Fifteen minutes go by. Half an hour. The bus runs once every half-hour on Saturday afternoons, so maybe something happened to the previous one? Forty-five minutes. It hadn't occurred to me that I didn't even see the bus go by in the other direction until this point, when one finally did. A full hour later, no bus, and I turned around and went home.
Still no car parked outside the house, so I'm here alone. Texted Es, because I told her I would when I was on my back from getting the skates, but I haven't heard from her. Took a was-supposed-to-be-twenty-minutes-but-turned-into-over-an-hour-long nap, still no sign of her.
So I've got no skates, I've got scratches, and I'm lonely. Tea. At least the tea is tasty. And now we sit and play Pokémon -- Theresa's Crystal Version that she lent me -- even though I'm almost done with that. Augh. Seriously, less than four hours. What a crappy day. :(
Edit, 10:20 PM - OKAY SO IT'S GOTTEN EVEN BETTER HURRAY
Mom came home just a few minutes after I posted this, haha. I took the car and headed out, yay. It's a very straightforward drive to the mall, but I think this was the first time I'd done it myself, and I didn't know the roads so well. I learned the hard way that there are lots of left-lane-must-turn-left lanes out there, and no one likes letting you out of them, so I wound up having to take a couple of detours. And on another street (which is one lane going in each direction), there was a car stopped on my side. The other side was clear, so I started to go around the car, but at the same time, someone else came barrelling down the street in the opposite direction and I'm SO GLAD I'm alive enough to tell you about it. On the last street, right before the mall entrance, a bus was pulled over in the bus stop. It looked like it was going to be there a while, so I started to go around it, when it decided it wanted to come out into the street, and I was forced to continue instead of turn. Yet Another Detour. When I got to the mall, I found a parking spot pretty quickly, so that was good.
I got some food because it was past 8 and I was starving. I went to the post office to mail some cards, but it was closed. Had the bus been on time, I would have made it to the post office. Sigh. So on the way back I got some coffee (because I needed it), and then I stopped in Build-A-Bear to look around (because why the fuck not). I bought a new shirt for my Build-A-Pup but there was only one cashier, because the other decided it would be a good idea to break down boxes with just one person on the line. But the cashier started chatting with the high school kids in front of me and was taking pictures for them, and just as they were finishing up was when the other line opened. Christ.
So finally to get my skates. Couldn't find anyone in the section, couldn't find anyone on the floor at all, so I got on the checkout line to wait. Again, two people in front of me, the line stopped dead. *sigh* When I got to the front, they said "Oh, you didn't have to wait on the line! You can just come up to the front next time!" BUT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE-- augh. At least the skates came out quickly, but everyone thought I was Esmeralda for some reason? XD They gave me her skates and kept saying "Rodriguez and ... what's your friend's name again?" Even the guy who brought out the skates gave me Es' and started to walk away with mine! lskdjflskdj Hilarious.
So I guess when we get married, I'm taking her name. :P
The drive home, at least, was pretty nice, even if there were these two cars pacing at 30 in a 40 for like HALF A MILE. :| Long Island drivers, man. And my right ankle is kinds sore from driving. Because I'm so short, I have to sit with the seat aaaaaaaall the way forward to reach the gas. But the brake is closer, and when I'm coasting and covering the brake (which is most of the time), my foot is flexed because there's not enough room to lie naturally. Hence, it gets overused and sore. Hurray.
I'm pretty exhausted mentally, I'm only vaguely aware of ... well, anything, right now.
And, unrelated to everything, I found my dad watching A Game of Thrones. :D Specifically, that scene in the first season with Littlefinger and Varys, which is like one of my FAVORITE SCENES (whoops, I might have been reciting it alongside the actors). I offered Dad the rest of S1 and all of S2 so we can geek out something proper in March. :D wow the sex scenes are gonna be so awkward