Afterthoughts

Stranded at work. Listening to music like "Jungleland" by the Boss, "Telegraph Road" by Dire Straits, and "Burma Shave" by Tom Waits. Just have to hold out a little longer. If i can get all this done, then my co-workers and i won't have to come back up here on Friday...

Almost there...

Stay on target...

I just made myself a PB&J for lunch.

At work.

I cannot tell you how un-rewarding it was.

Last night i had to stay until one in the morning for work.

It was so late that the Train stopped running (apparently the last train leaves West Lake Station at one AM but only goes to SoDo. Wtf? who needs to go from DT to SoDo at one in the morning? By friggin' train?) So after running through a scary, scary Chinatown in the middle of the night to NOT catch the last train, i stood at the stop on 5th and Jackson, just staring at the street and waiting for the No.7 (again).

I hate the No. 7. I really hate it now that they've taken away half of our stops and half of the rounds it makes. Standing there, at a quarter till one, looking at the street, i realized: the next 7 wouldn't show for half an hour. And that would be if i got lucky. I was looking at an hour, easily, of my life wasted, standing at King Street Station, doing nothing.

So then i saw a cab. I waived said cab down. I took said cab home. And this morning i slapped my work with the receipt. Reimbursed! This sets a new precedent for me. How awesome is that? Now, if they shaft me with a crazy workload, i can call a cab, and go home. I'm sticking it to them.

( Just Start Smoking! )

I've got 30 minutes to finish the job i'm working on, start the next, and explain the situation to third shift before the last train home rolls out of Chinatown.

I'm so freaking tired.