Someone remind me again why i chose to go to this conference. While the material i learned today was out-freaking-standing …. the realization that it was gonna go over the expected time..thus causing me to run (well elevator speed-walk) up 4 flights so i could get signal to check the bus schedule…gasp…the last bus runs at 8 pm…otherwise i’m stuck and i would have been knocking on tobie’s daddy’s door asking for a ride back to the commuter lot to get my truck and get home. But it’s wed, i think he has class until 830pm … so i would have been sitting in his lobby looking like a poor deshelved fool. so instead i bolt from the opening ceremony’s public forum, leave a hand written note to the committee chair i was supposed to meet with, apologizing for having to bolt since i’ve become so accustomed to public transportation and i could not risk getting stuck in the dc area…super speed walk 3 blocks to the metro, race down the stairs…all while pulling my rolling laptop bag and conference bag behind me. finally get on the train…catch my breath…reach the pentagon with just enough time to see my bus pulling up…that’s the good part…bad part is the stop is all the way at the end of the line…a good 40-50 yards from where i was….so guess who had to pull up her big girl panties, push the throbbing pain in my knee and back to the side and haul ass…only to not even know if this was my bus (it was about 730). then when i find out it wasn’t the bus i wanted, but it was going where i needed to go…i hop on looking and praying for an empty set of seats that weren’t all the way in teh back…not seeing any, i plop my sweating profusily, overweight, out of shape, fat self in the chair next to some stranger, who quickly grabs for her purse. i shrug, wipe the sweat from my face, smudge my glasses, and unbutton my tight women’s shirt that barely fits my ample busom. get to the car to realize…tomorrow i’m going to have to drive to the metro and just park..can’t risk not having a way to get home if i get stuck again (not to mention my job wants proof i was at said sessions), start the engine and see i have no gas…speeding off to the gas station…my shin starts throbbing like i just broke a bone during my sprint across a half football field…finally drag myself up the stairs to my apartment where i drop everything at the door, ignore my poor baby who has only missed his mommy all day to fall face first across my bed in front of the fan to cool off while my legs continue to throb. its gonna be a quick bite…two pain pills and my sleeping pill. no tv…i don’t care if i am down to my last two episodes of “how i met your mother” … i’ll finish it tomorrow.
