I love my job -- most days at least. But today, I was ready to throw the alarm clock across the room and just bury myself in the covers of the bed that I clearly woke up on the wrong side of. Ah, to sleep, perchance to dream ... It's just one of those days that's going to be nearly impossible to get going.
I’m writing this down: this bus is leaving the station on time. In all the weeks that I have been riding it with some regularity, this is a first. Granted there are mornings that it has been stopped by a train. There’s nothing to be done about that.
But not every day. And yet, the bus is late every day. Everyone jokes about it, sometimes wagering on the number of minutes late for the day, because the average is as few as two to as many as seven minutes. Every day.
I’m one of the luckier ones on two counts. First, I’m not trying to catch the train once downtown and second, I rarely have a specific start time. It makes me feel bad for those who actually have to be on time. Their only option is to go 30 minutes earlier as a precaution!
Each day on the bus station lot there is usually a gray truck and a maroon sedan already parked. Nearly every day, one or both of these vehicles are parked badly. Sometimes the truck takes up as many as FOUR spaces (though it’s generally two) and the little red car is inevitably on or just over one of the lines.
Seriously? Where did these people learn to drive?! A go-cart track?
Granted, I’m not the world’s greatest driver and parallel parking has never been one of my strong suits. But this is straight-in parking. And, as these are generally the first two cars on the lot, it’s not as if they have the excuse of having to adjust for someone else’s bad parking. AND the truck parks on the end, which has at least a one-foot margin between that space and the sidewalk that it NEVER uses.
Being grumpy this morning (you noticed the title of the post, right?), it took an incredible amount of restraint to not leave a note on the truck saying: “Would you mind sharing the parking lot with the rest of us?” I could see it happening occasionally but EVERY DAY? That’s beyond rude. That’s going deep into a**hat territory!
And of course I’m grumpy because I’m tired. It’s been a long week. So long that I did NOT get any of my prep work done and here it is Friday. So, that is jeopardizing my game plan for the bathroom. The best laid plans and all that crap.
Wait … did I just say it’s Friday? Hey, it IS Friday! Having said that (and unloading all of the above) I’m feeling a little better already. Happy Friday, everyone!