Monday, January 24, 2011

yeah, that's right

I missed my bus today and had to walk about two and a half miles to reach the next available but that would make me not late for work.  Google mapping the way I walked suggests a trip time of forty six minutes, but I think I did it quicker.

Actually if I hadn't slowed down walking on my street I wouldn't have missed my bus, but I saw what I assumed was my bus and assumed, based on where I know the bus goes and how long it takes to go there and come back on its way back downtown that I had plenty of time.  I don't know what bus I saw, but it wasn't mine.

Rushing up the street, as always unsure of exactly when the bus will arrive, I saw the apparition bus and slowed my pace.  I even smiled to myself at how well I was doing.  And I have been doing well.  In just over a week I've now missed the bus once, and that's required me getting up at least an hour earlier than usual.

I suppose not having a car helps.  I can't reasonably go anywhere other than work or home unless I know for a fact that I have a ride, or it's going to mean me getting to the bus on time coming and going.  My bus doesn't run nearly as late as I used to, so neither do I.

Perhaps it's a good thing.  I can't say I like it, but I can admit to being home and ready for bed nearing midnight.  I can also admit that this is becoming a bit of a habit.

I don't really like it.  I'm a boring person who wastes time when by myself.  I suppose it's what I do all the time, but I'm actually noticing me do it. Having to stare that in its ugly face is kind of a downer.

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