Aug 06, 2008 23:16
Marie said I should post so she can read something about me. Actually she told me to post about the car theories I have.
Story:
So I commute 2 hours a day to work, then 1.5 hours to my other work, then 2-2.5 hours home every day. It's awful. I've learned to sleep on trains. And I've learned to walk/run really fast to cut the time down by 20 minutes occasionally. But still a pain.
The other day, one of my bosses looked at me and said, "You know, I have an extra car at my house. Would you like to drive it until yours comes up here?"
Seriously? Yes. Absolutely. Because she's not charging me a lease or anything, just letting me drive it.
I didn't think it would happen for reals, but today at work she said, "Here's the key. Here's $40 for gas. Now you don't have to worry about trains and you can get home safer and faster."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. Hoorah.
However, there is this theory #1. Perhaps it's really a drug dealing car and it's something highly illegal that she's passing along to a naive person such as me.
Once I got in the car, I highly doubted it. Why? Because there was bird dropping residue all over it. She apologized for the smell. Apparently her boyfriend has birds and borrowed the car and didn't clean it out. I drive a poop car. Today I drove home with the windows down.
Then my darling b2 saved the day and found a vacuum and cleaned it out. He's amazing. But I think the car shall forever be referred to as the poop car in my mind...
But, fantastically enough, I got home in less than an hour tonight. -smiles- Yes. Perhaps life will slow down a bit for me one day.
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