I had a bad morning this morning. And all the Twitterverse knows about it. But the thing I've found about Twitter is that everyone wants to say something, but no one ever cares to listen. And not sure if trends have changed, but conversations don't work like that.
In any case, texting tweets to Twitter doesn't work as it should. Sometimes tweets went through and sometimes they were all out of order. Useless. So I'm going to tell the story as it should have been told.
It all started with a knock. Timotei knocked on my bedroom door at 5:38AM. We are supposed to leave the house at 5:40AM to make it to the train station in time. His knock woke me up. So, since I couldn't get ready in 2 minutes, I dropped him off at the train station and tweeted this once I returned home:
Piece of crap cell phone alarm didn't go off. Going into work late today. Oh well. #badstarttoafridayunnecessaryhashtaggingwantadonutyumyum
Little did I know it was National Donut Day today. I was just craving a donut. On Fridays, because we only have to work 5.5 hours, someone brings in donuts or other treat each week.
So I got a bit more rest, caught up on some tweets, thought about working out, but didn't, got ready and left at 8:00AM for the last train into Los Angeles at 8:30AM.
I got to the train station with plenty of time to spare and waited with a handful of people. And we waited. The train was 15 minutes late before the security guard announced to us that the train was cancelled, but not to fret because buses had been called to pick us up.
Because today was my turn to stay late to cover phones at work, I didn't need to clock in until 11:00AM, so I was fine with the bus. Everyone else on the platform left. And because it was cold, I decided to go to the car and read my newspaper. I also then tweeted this:
Damn @metrolink cancelled my train. At least they called some buses in. Even later in to work. #badcontinuationofbadfridaystillwantdonutyum
After about half an hour of waiting warm in the car, I had a thought. What if the security guard thinks that no one is waiting for the buses anymore since the platform is clear? Panicked, I gathered my things and ran ran ran back to the platform and showed that I was in fact still waiting for the damn bus. Upon arriving at the platform, a scrolling text alert stated that my train was delayed at least an hour (I thought it was downright cancelled) and that buses had been called in.
So in the cold, I pulled out the Jumble from the paper and focused on completing it. And I did. And when I looked up, a gleam caught the corner of my eye.
THE BUS! Seriously, what the hell? It was in the opposite corner from where I was! So I ran ran ran to the bus and hopped aboard. There were five other folks already on the bus, with me and one other woman boarding at my station. I took a seat and immediately noticed a teenager chatting with a loudish Latino man. So I popped in my earphones and hunkered down for the long ride. Then I tweeted this:
SHIT! Almost missed bus cuz I was doing morning Jumble w/ iPod playing. Completely distracted. But I'm on my way. Can taste that donut now.
My initial frustration with the bus came when it became apparent that we would be taking the side streets all the way to Downtown Los Angeles. The reality set in that we'd be stopping at each of the train's stops to pick up more passengers. But the greatest annoyance came when we were stopped at a stop light and railroad gates came down. I then tweeted this:
WTF? That was my train! It passed us cuz we're taking the effing side streets!
So apparently I could have just waited five more minutes for the train to arrive. But instead, I was stuck on a slow moving Pomona-bound autobus.
Seriously WTF? #FML F this shitty Friday! How could Friday do this to me?! Is a donut seriously too much to ask? I'm dying here! #FuckFriday
Jebus. I'm on the Pomona scenic route. Beautiful town... Heaben help me.
Because the train was operating again, no one was at the Pomona station to board the bus. And then, thankfully, it was a straight shot to Union Station.
Finally on the freeway to find TRAFFIC on the 10 at 10:10! Say it with me: #FML!
In the carpool lane, but now it's raining, so all forget how to drive. The loudest most gregarious Mexican man is making drive unbearable.
The Latino Loudmouth was truly annoying. After the kid got off at Pomona, he was searching for his next victim to yammer off too. Sensing this, I pushed the iPod earbuds further into my ear canal and feigned sleep as best I could. And it worked! He bypassed me and went to bug the driver.
At last, at 11:00AM, we pulled into Union Station. The shuttle I usually take ends service at 8:30AM, so I needed a Dash bus to get to the office. And of course, this happened:
FINALLY at Union Station and just missed a Dash bus. I gotta pee bad and it's sprinkling. Has anyone ever had a worse Friday morning? #FML
The Dash takes about 30 minutes to get to the office. It's only going across town, but because it has to stop at each block, it sucks a doozie. So in the end, I was late to work. But here's what happened next:
FINALLY at my desk and WTF? Bagels?? Are you kidding me??? ARGHH!!!!! #FridayFail
It was the morning that would never end. By the way, I never did receive any sort of donut. But to satisfy my sweet tooth, I bought a Venti Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino. That hit the spot. Right on my love handles.
A pink toast to better days,
Ricky
