5 posts tagged “work”

I missed the bus this morning. TWO of them. I turn the corner and there I see two buses leaving the curb. Two buses decided to arrive at the same exact time today. Unfortunately, I arrived a couple seconds later.  I checked Next Bus and it said the next one would be arriving in 6 minutes... So I walked. 1 mile. To work. No bus passed me by. Not the typical Monday for me.

Did I really walk 1 mile in less than 6 minutes? Doubt it. Bus was probably not on time. As usual.

On the way to work, I pass by Shell and snapped the following on thee phone. Unbelievable. Thank you San Francisco for dirty, smelly public transportation that comes in twos. Because of you, I never really have to worry about gas prices.

my gas prices are higher than yours..!

Three hours of sleep
Seven work hours to go
Thank you for Friday

I braved it out. Today was my first day of work in 2008. I probably only got 1 hour of sleep total because all I heard was the wind crashing on my window all night but surprisingly, I'm awake. 89 emails to respond to but I vox.

Ain't nothing like wearing wet jeans at your desk all day. I'm glad I wore boots cuz wet socks is definitely far worse than wet jeans, I think.

I don't mind the rain, but the wind/storm is overkill. Umbrellas are worthless. I didn't even bother opening mine. TGIF.

a Fedex package.

I was checking on a package I sent a couple weeks ago to the other side of the city, and found out that it also traveled to Memphis, Oakland, and South San Francisco, before it came back to San Francisco. Yes, I asked for 2-day delivery but I still don't understand why it had to travel so far to get somewhere that's only about 6 miles away from where it was picked up.

What an exciting life.

Fedex

**may be TMI.**

So, it's 10:30 am, after drinking 16 oz, I head to the restroom and as I'm doing my thang, it's more than obvious that the woman in the stall beside me is taking a mean ass dump, complete with Hershey-squirt sound effects. I finish, flush, and head straight to the sink to wash my hands, like I would think any normal human being would.

While I'm washing my hands, woman flushes, comes out, and starts adjusting her hair with her hands. Yes, she is fixing her hair with the same hands that touched poo-stained toilet paper. The same hands she will probably use to shake someone's hand with once she gets back to her office suite. She proceeds to wipe off some eyeboogers off the corner of her eye.

And she walks out.

I am still washing the soap off my hands, and I'm thinking.... ?!?!

And no, I wasn't contemplating whether or not I take an awfully long time to wash my hands.