wolven7 | Dashed hopes....

And, Somehow, my trek to work, was shittier than i had planned. But better, in some ways, as well. Here's how it went:

Not only did the bus Not come, but i saw the one i needed, going the opposite, direction, when i was walking to the station. So i thought it Would, eventually, be there. So i sat on the wall, at my usual bus stop, and i waited. And i waited. And i Fucking waited. And, at around 3.17 (after having Gotten to said stop at 2.40, or so), i realise that the bus isn't going to be there, any time soon. So i take off down the street, with plans to look over my shoulder, every so often, to make sure that i'm not going to miss a bus/stop.

As i've said, it's a good two-mile trek, from the house, to the station, at least. I'm walking the second leg of this, looking over my shoulder, when it occurs to me that i should try to hail a taxi. Then i realise that there's not going to be another taxi on this street, past two blocks ago.

(Side Note: you may be wondering why this didn't occur to me, while i was still in the comfort of my own psuedo-home. Well it did, i simply didn't have the cash, required to pay That fare. Revel in that sadness, as an aside to the rest of this. Back to the story.)

So i keep walking, still looking over my shoulder, to the Marta staiton. The bus never comes. When i get a block and a half, from the station, i just decide to stop looking. There's no longer a point. Period. Luckily the bus doesn't show, while i'm Anywhere Near the station, or i would have killed my cabbie, in a fit of blind rage.

So i get a cab, obviously, and i take it to work. The fare is $6, and i give him seven, including tip, and i arrive at work at 3.47, or so. All that hell, and i get here EARLY. I So need a car... like... Right Now...

I'm off to read more Neuromancer.

Later.