Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Work it, Work it
Warning: Today's entry may be excessivly dull. Read at your own risk.
I think I'm becoming delirious from spending so much time in the office as of late, but it's back to normal hours today. We had a project come in yesterday at 4:30 that our client needs to be done by today, so a bunch of us stayed late and they gave us dinner and some bonus cash in return. I left the office at 7:30 last night, caught the last shuttle to the red line, and made it to Davis by 8:15...a few minutes too late to catch the 8:10 bus to West Medford. I was going to catch a cab from there, but I couldn't find one that was unoccupied. After a while, I figured I should just take the 9:00 bus. Nine o'clock came and went...no bus. It's a few minutes late on occasion, so I kept waiting. After a fair amount of waiting, I went back to trying to get a cab and had no luck. At 9:30, the 94 pulls up to the bus stop, so I asked the driver if this was the late 9:00 bus or the early 9:45 bus.
"This is the 9:35 bus...we're on a Saturday schedule because of the holiday", he explained. Of course. Columbus Day. Christopher Columbus: You are responsible for making me wait around the bus station for an absurd amount of time. I got home at about 9:50, making for a very lengthy trip home. Sound boring? It was. Only a sit-com worthy string of mishaps that kept me at the bus station forever. Hopefully this situation can never be repeated.
Here's a preview of Elliot Smith's posthumous album, From a Basement on the Hill, which comes out next Tuesday. It's good.
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I think I'm becoming delirious from spending so much time in the office as of late, but it's back to normal hours today. We had a project come in yesterday at 4:30 that our client needs to be done by today, so a bunch of us stayed late and they gave us dinner and some bonus cash in return. I left the office at 7:30 last night, caught the last shuttle to the red line, and made it to Davis by 8:15...a few minutes too late to catch the 8:10 bus to West Medford. I was going to catch a cab from there, but I couldn't find one that was unoccupied. After a while, I figured I should just take the 9:00 bus. Nine o'clock came and went...no bus. It's a few minutes late on occasion, so I kept waiting. After a fair amount of waiting, I went back to trying to get a cab and had no luck. At 9:30, the 94 pulls up to the bus stop, so I asked the driver if this was the late 9:00 bus or the early 9:45 bus.
"This is the 9:35 bus...we're on a Saturday schedule because of the holiday", he explained. Of course. Columbus Day. Christopher Columbus: You are responsible for making me wait around the bus station for an absurd amount of time. I got home at about 9:50, making for a very lengthy trip home. Sound boring? It was. Only a sit-com worthy string of mishaps that kept me at the bus station forever. Hopefully this situation can never be repeated.
Here's a preview of Elliot Smith's posthumous album, From a Basement on the Hill, which comes out next Tuesday. It's good.
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