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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

One of those days...

This morning, I left my house at 10:00 as usual to get to the bus stop and make my 10:30 class. The walk to the stop takes about 7-9 minutes, depending on the beat of the song spieling out of my iPod. Not one minute into my walk, it occurred to me that I might have left my wallet, and hence my bus pass, in my other coat. Sure enough, it wasn't in my bag. Also not in my bag were my house keys. So I had locked myself out of my house with my wallet and bus pass inside my house. Scheisse. I also had no more than 60 cents on my person, and a bus ride is $2. It takes 45 minutes to walk all the way to school, but I only had 30 minutes in which to do it, or I would be late. I could have skipped class altogether, but this is the same class that I missed last Thursday because the bus was either very early or very late, so I really had to go today. And besides, where would I go otherwise without keys or money?

Speeding up my pace, I tried to look for the time, but I had grabbed my iPod Shuffle today instead of my Touch, and my phone was dead, so I didn't have a timepiece to monitor my progress. If I weren't weighted down with 15 pounds of books on my back, I probably would have thrown a physically angry fit replete with cussing, gnashing of teeth, and shaking of angry fists at the universe. My books kept me grounded.

I walked the mostly uphill trek to the halfway point when I got a single lucky break: there is a free school shuttle that travels from downtown to school, and it picks people up about halfway from my house. I managed to get to that point a few minutes before its arrival. Because of that, I was able to make it to class on time, but I was sweaty, and disheveled, and looked terrible, and felt like you feel when you have no choice but to sit back and let life shit all over you.

On Tuesdays, I usually get out of class at 3:20, and get home by about 4:10. But Tuesdays are Ian's sushi and anime nights with his coworkers, so I knew not to expect him to make it home until probably after 7, and since my phone was dead, and I'm pretty sure the on campus phone doesn't do long distance, I couldn't call him to beg him to forgo his merriment for the sake of letting me in the house. So I resigned myself to staying on campus for a few extra hours. Would have loved to sit in the Starbucks instead, but, again, wallet was at home.

I boarded the free shuttle again at 6:00, and asked to be left off at the halfway point again. One 20-minute walk later, I saw that the living room light was on, and Ian must be home.

"I'm so glad you're here," I said, as I opened the door.

"I've been here waiting for you," he said.

"Waiting? What do you mean," I asked, "How long have you been here?"

"Ever since I got off work."

"You didn't go to sushi night?!?"

"No, it was cancelled."

"Well, son of a bitch."

I could have gone home after all.

It hates me, the universe.




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6 comments:

heidikins said...

Damn. That sucks. Boo.

xox

Sovknight said...

Wow. Some days are just shitty like that. Yours is a medal winner though. It's bad enough that one or two wrong things happen, but to have wrong things permeate every single aspect of your day is another thing entirely. I feel for you.

I hope that the serious wrongness of that day uses up all the supply of wrongness for a while, so that the rest of the month (at least) is wonderful. There needs to be a balance in that way.

Sra said...

Yeah, hopefully I'm paying my karmic dues and some good shit will come my way. But I admit that I'm a glass-half-empty kind of person a lot of the time, so maybe things will be shitty to me no matter what. What a drag. But on this day, everything was so wrong that it almost became funny.

Sovknight said...

A glass half-empty is a pessimistic approach. A glass half-full is an optimistic approach. Neither of these are realistic, because the world does not run on pessimism or optimism. These are just concepts, and concepts are not reality. A glass is always full. Whether it be of a liquid, a solid, or simply just air. It could be a combination of these things. Either way, the glass is always and forever full. What you do with that knowledge, well that's the key.

Sra said...

I used to call myself a realist, but I think if I wasn't a pessimist before law school, I almost certainly am now. What a negative nancy I am.

Sovknight said...

Wow. Some days are just shitty like that. Yours is a medal winner though. It's bad enough that one or two wrong things happen, but to have wrong things permeate every single aspect of your day is another thing entirely. I feel for you.

I hope that the serious wrongness of that day uses up all the supply of wrongness for a while, so that the rest of the month (at least) is wonderful. There needs to be a balance in that way.

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