A random day
Jun. 26th, 2007 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose994:28am Wake up before my alarm.
4:29am Turn off the alarm before it goes off, and get up. Get dressed. Eat a few chocolate-covered coffee beans and a small orange-like thing. Go to the gym.
5:15am Leave the gym Get a shower.
5:40am While dressing, turn on the computer and actually commit to spending the outrageous sum to connect to the internet.
6:10am Panic because I'm not dressed and I need to call downstairs for my car, and I still haven't eaten. Open the peanut butter. Discover that it is not fully sealed, and that peanut oil looks a lot like puke on a bathroom floor. Make a halfhearted attempt to clean it up. Shovel a piece of bread with not-as-mixed-as-I'd-prefer peanut butter in my mouth. Dress while chewing.
6:25am Call the bell hop and ask for my car. Am informed that it will take 20 minutes (instead of the expected 5 min). Panic. Realize that I can probably not make it downstairs in 5 minutes anyway. Realize that there is no way I can fix my hair in time. Tie it in a knot with sticks at the base of my neck and start throwing things in bags and briefcase.
6:30am Out the door, on the elevator, start pulling out the TomTom to program it for work. Cannot find the GPS receiver. Panic. As I reach the ground floor, push the elevator button back for my room floor. Drop half my bags before making it inside my room. Tear about three drawers and a bag apart before finding the GPS receiver.
6:35am Find that, as advertized, my car is not waiting for me when I get downstairs. Try to balance the TomTom reciever in sunlight, my work jacket, my softsided bag full of class items, my briefcase, and the $2 coin for tip. Wish for more hands. Drop the GPS receiver at least once. Cell phone insists on turning itself on, and being stubborn about turning off. Note: Not in US, so cell phone being on costs gobs of $$$.
6:40am My car pulls up. Give him the tip, start stowing items in car. Pad on seat, pad on back of seat, briefcase in trunk, coat in passenger seat, soft bag in passenger seat, GPS recieier on dash, try desperately to turn off cell phone. Manage at last to turn off cell phone, program it for work. It tells me to go a weird direction. I plug in the GPS receiver, just to be on the safe side.
6:45am I set off driving in the regular direction. The TomTom tells me to turn around.
6:50am Still driving. The TomTom continues to persistently tell me turn around. I start seriously worrying that I'm going in the wrong direction. I reprogram it for work while driving. I do not hit anyone. Perhaps after 5 trips to a destination, it decides to go an alternate route no matter what you do? I check to make sure I am going in the right direction in the big view map. I do not hit anyone.
6:57am I realize that the TomTom may be thinking I am walking instead of driving. That would explain the different route thing. I turn off the sound and try to only look at the big route map to ensure I am going in the right direction. Wish desperately for a better memory for (street) names.
7:03am I arrive successfully at work. Unpack the car. Use my badge three times to get in the door (3 doors), wander to the center of the building in a cube farm, take the Slowest Elevator Ever to the 3rd floor (rolling briefcase = no stairs), another badge use to get into the classroom. Set up room for the day.
7:15am Pause in setup to go to the bathroom and fix my hair. Curse the work creatures who installed automatic toilets (flush when you open the door, flush when you wipe off the seat, flush when you wipe off your pants, flush when....). Curse the lack of pockets in my outfit (thus the reason for the lack of post it notes on my person). Wonder if every female employee in the building carries post it notes at all times. Don't quite work up the nerve to ask when someone walks in as I am arranging my hair in a more usual clip-and-braid.
8am Class started.
5:15pm Class ended. All energy has been sucked out of me.
6:20pm I finish cleaning up the classroom, preping for tomorrow's class.
6:25pm I head over to J & P's house. They direct me to an Asian restaurant. In spite of the peanut butter, most lovely meal of the day.
9pm back at my hotel
9:30pm Write this. Listen to the jazz festival in the park across from my hotel. Study for tomorrow while soaking my feet. Go to bed.
4:29am Turn off the alarm before it goes off, and get up. Get dressed. Eat a few chocolate-covered coffee beans and a small orange-like thing. Go to the gym.
5:15am Leave the gym Get a shower.
5:40am While dressing, turn on the computer and actually commit to spending the outrageous sum to connect to the internet.
6:10am Panic because I'm not dressed and I need to call downstairs for my car, and I still haven't eaten. Open the peanut butter. Discover that it is not fully sealed, and that peanut oil looks a lot like puke on a bathroom floor. Make a halfhearted attempt to clean it up. Shovel a piece of bread with not-as-mixed-as-I'd-prefer peanut butter in my mouth. Dress while chewing.
6:25am Call the bell hop and ask for my car. Am informed that it will take 20 minutes (instead of the expected 5 min). Panic. Realize that I can probably not make it downstairs in 5 minutes anyway. Realize that there is no way I can fix my hair in time. Tie it in a knot with sticks at the base of my neck and start throwing things in bags and briefcase.
6:30am Out the door, on the elevator, start pulling out the TomTom to program it for work. Cannot find the GPS receiver. Panic. As I reach the ground floor, push the elevator button back for my room floor. Drop half my bags before making it inside my room. Tear about three drawers and a bag apart before finding the GPS receiver.
6:35am Find that, as advertized, my car is not waiting for me when I get downstairs. Try to balance the TomTom reciever in sunlight, my work jacket, my softsided bag full of class items, my briefcase, and the $2 coin for tip. Wish for more hands. Drop the GPS receiver at least once. Cell phone insists on turning itself on, and being stubborn about turning off. Note: Not in US, so cell phone being on costs gobs of $$$.
6:40am My car pulls up. Give him the tip, start stowing items in car. Pad on seat, pad on back of seat, briefcase in trunk, coat in passenger seat, soft bag in passenger seat, GPS recieier on dash, try desperately to turn off cell phone. Manage at last to turn off cell phone, program it for work. It tells me to go a weird direction. I plug in the GPS receiver, just to be on the safe side.
6:45am I set off driving in the regular direction. The TomTom tells me to turn around.
6:50am Still driving. The TomTom continues to persistently tell me turn around. I start seriously worrying that I'm going in the wrong direction. I reprogram it for work while driving. I do not hit anyone. Perhaps after 5 trips to a destination, it decides to go an alternate route no matter what you do? I check to make sure I am going in the right direction in the big view map. I do not hit anyone.
6:57am I realize that the TomTom may be thinking I am walking instead of driving. That would explain the different route thing. I turn off the sound and try to only look at the big route map to ensure I am going in the right direction. Wish desperately for a better memory for (street) names.
7:03am I arrive successfully at work. Unpack the car. Use my badge three times to get in the door (3 doors), wander to the center of the building in a cube farm, take the Slowest Elevator Ever to the 3rd floor (rolling briefcase = no stairs), another badge use to get into the classroom. Set up room for the day.
7:15am Pause in setup to go to the bathroom and fix my hair. Curse the work creatures who installed automatic toilets (flush when you open the door, flush when you wipe off the seat, flush when you wipe off your pants, flush when....). Curse the lack of pockets in my outfit (thus the reason for the lack of post it notes on my person). Wonder if every female employee in the building carries post it notes at all times. Don't quite work up the nerve to ask when someone walks in as I am arranging my hair in a more usual clip-and-braid.
8am Class started.
5:15pm Class ended. All energy has been sucked out of me.
6:20pm I finish cleaning up the classroom, preping for tomorrow's class.
6:25pm I head over to J & P's house. They direct me to an Asian restaurant. In spite of the peanut butter, most lovely meal of the day.
9pm back at my hotel
9:30pm Write this. Listen to the jazz festival in the park across from my hotel. Study for tomorrow while soaking my feet. Go to bed.
