One of THOSE days...
Nov. 4th, 2004 04:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterWell, the morning started out as one of those days.
Got up at 6:50, trying out my iPod's alarm clock function for the first time. Not bad, but still gonna need my regular alarm clock set about ten minutes after to make sure I get the point and the music doesn't just lull me back to sleep again. It should be good for a gradual wakey-wakey, though, assuming it all works right.
So I shaved, made my lunch, stuck it in my knapsack, grabbed the iPod, cellphone, and Clie, and was ready to be out the door at about 7:40, in order to catch my bus at 7:45. On those days when I can get up early enough and don't feel like exercise, I like to catch that bus, eat breakfast at the donut shop by Sunshine, then catch the 8:15 bus with a transfer slip. Had my knapsack, checked to make sure that 75 cents was in my wallet...I was ready to go. Except...I couldn't find the pants-leg protector that my Dad had made me to keep my pants out of my bicycle chain. I looked long and hard and finally had to resort to the expedient of a strip of packing tape.
Of course, by this time it was too late to catch the southward 7:45 bus, so I would have to go to Plan B—bike down to Sunshine street and catch the 8:15 east-bound. This wasn't too much of a hardship, since it wasn't that long of a way. So I headed down there and ate. It cost me $1.75 to get a bear paw and carton of milk, not a bad price for breakfast.
Then as I was almost all the way to the bus stop, I realized...I wasn't wearing my knapsack. I hastily retraced my path to the donut shop—but it wasn't there. I must have left it at home. Oops. I don't expect my sandwich will still be any good after nine hours unrefrigerated, so out it goes when I get home.
To add insult to injury, I realized just as I got to the bus stop for the second time that I'd spent the 75 cents I'd intended to use for bus fare on my breakfast, so I didn't have any money to buy my bus ticket. Not that this mattered, as just as I made this discovery, I turned around and saw the bus I'd been going to catch stopped at the next stoplight down the street!
So it was Plan C: pedal like a madman to get to work on time...along Sunshine, one of the busiest streets in town, with only a gutter to ride in about 80% of the time. With great big trucks passing by who think it's great fun to honk LOUDLY as they pass three feet away from you. Grumble mutter.
Oh well; at least work is going reasonably well, and the iPod is great.
Got up at 6:50, trying out my iPod's alarm clock function for the first time. Not bad, but still gonna need my regular alarm clock set about ten minutes after to make sure I get the point and the music doesn't just lull me back to sleep again. It should be good for a gradual wakey-wakey, though, assuming it all works right.
So I shaved, made my lunch, stuck it in my knapsack, grabbed the iPod, cellphone, and Clie, and was ready to be out the door at about 7:40, in order to catch my bus at 7:45. On those days when I can get up early enough and don't feel like exercise, I like to catch that bus, eat breakfast at the donut shop by Sunshine, then catch the 8:15 bus with a transfer slip. Had my knapsack, checked to make sure that 75 cents was in my wallet...I was ready to go. Except...I couldn't find the pants-leg protector that my Dad had made me to keep my pants out of my bicycle chain. I looked long and hard and finally had to resort to the expedient of a strip of packing tape.
Of course, by this time it was too late to catch the southward 7:45 bus, so I would have to go to Plan B—bike down to Sunshine street and catch the 8:15 east-bound. This wasn't too much of a hardship, since it wasn't that long of a way. So I headed down there and ate. It cost me $1.75 to get a bear paw and carton of milk, not a bad price for breakfast.
Then as I was almost all the way to the bus stop, I realized...I wasn't wearing my knapsack. I hastily retraced my path to the donut shop—but it wasn't there. I must have left it at home. Oops. I don't expect my sandwich will still be any good after nine hours unrefrigerated, so out it goes when I get home.
To add insult to injury, I realized just as I got to the bus stop for the second time that I'd spent the 75 cents I'd intended to use for bus fare on my breakfast, so I didn't have any money to buy my bus ticket. Not that this mattered, as just as I made this discovery, I turned around and saw the bus I'd been going to catch stopped at the next stoplight down the street!
So it was Plan C: pedal like a madman to get to work on time...along Sunshine, one of the busiest streets in town, with only a gutter to ride in about 80% of the time. With great big trucks passing by who think it's great fun to honk LOUDLY as they pass three feet away from you. Grumble mutter.
Oh well; at least work is going reasonably well, and the iPod is great.
