emjaybee - 2005-01-27 10:29:15
ha. I was late to my interview for my current job, because they said "123 X Street" and I didn't realize there was a 123 X Street west and also 123 X Street east. I stood in front of a clock store for a few minutes, trying to figure out why they weren't where they were supposed to be, then had to call them and get redirected. But I got the job anyway.
beth - 2005-01-27 10:39:03
Ugh! This is going to suck forever. I live off Smith halfway between the Bergen and Carroll stops and work on 9th Ave. Usually I'm a F->A at Jay girl. This morn I was early and decided to risk waiting a possible eternity for the switch, but the A came a minute after I got to Jay. However, every other resident of all of South Brooklyn was on it. There was nearly a riot. Fuck that, I guess I'll do the F->E at w.4th til Spring. (Oh and on Monday, when there was also no F or G south of Jay, due to the iced over elevated tracks? That was so not cool, Nature and MTA.)
Jecca - 2005-01-27 12:26:16
Ugh, what a sucky morning! If the outfit is okay, the rest of it isn't so bad, but man is it awful when you've had that kind of morning with your closet. Where do all the work-worthy outfits disappear to, I ask you?
bluepoppy - 2005-01-27 15:24:04
*wheezing with laughter* Oh. God. I'm sorry. I am sorry. But that was fucking hilarious. Not the actual living through it, I'm sure--- but the recounting of it. Oh god. My knee actually did an "instant reflex" kick as you stepped ankle deep into brown slush---
Erica - 2005-01-28 01:09:19
When I was in a similar pickle, I was pulling out of my garage with juuuuuuust enough time to make it to work and into the meeting without being late when the schoolbus pulled up outside my house to pick up the neighbor girl across the street. I felt my soul cross over to the dark side when I was getting frustrated because the bus had to lower the motorized ramp so that her wheelchair could board. Really, soul? Gone.
Marilyn - 2005-01-28 09:22:42
HA! Ain't that always the way... Great retelling. I, on the other hand, am ALWAYS late for matter the job or location or city or method of transport or weather or season or decade! I guess I just simply never want to go there...wherever 'there' is that day. I always think it would be so much nicer to get paid to just stay home and do...nothing...except what I want. As a result, a lot of my mornings sound an awful lot like this one... :)
orionoir - 2005-01-31 12:42:08
i say quit the job. get a trust fund! it's a sunny day, what are you doing inside?

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