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how to make a karmasicle
Dec. 7th, 2005 08:32 pmLast night I was lying in bed, just on the edge of falling asleep, and I suddenly remembered that the translation book ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lifecollage got for me was due today. Did I remember to take it to work with me this morning? Of course not. Thus began an odyssey.
I walked home from work like usual, put on some clothes better suited for running around in, and was off to the bus stop again at 5:30. The bus didn't show up for 20 minutes, but I finally got up to the Allston library around 7:00 or so. Dropped off the book, turned right back around again and stood there for somewhere between 10 and 15 minutes waiting for the bus in the other direction. Given that there's no bus shelter on that side of the street and the wind was blowing, I was doing a pretty good icicle imitation by the time I got on the bus, and was mostly convinced I wouldn't be warm again before April.
At this point, anybody with a brain would've stayed on the bus and gone home. Since this is me and I want breakfast tomorrow, I went to Trader Joe's instead. I had a foolproof plan, though; after TJ's and before I went to wait for the bus home, I went and bought a cup of cocoa, on the theory that at least I'd have one warm hand for a while. So of course the bus showed up inside of five minutes, because that meant I had to juggle my cocoa, my groceries and my T pass. I wonder if the karma for returning the book on time balances out what I spent on cocoa?
I finally got to be useful today at work. I rearranged most of three file drawers, and started the practical (as opposed to theoretical) side of figuring things out. I was right; I've got about a third of a clue, and decent instincts for what I don't absolutely know needs doing. (I was going to send out a request for something I thought we didn't have, only we did have it, but there was no way for me to know that. If we hadn't had it, I would've been absolutely right to ask for it at this point in the process.) I know it's unreasonable to want to be absolutely perfect at everything after three days, but I seem to expect myself to do it anyway.
lifecollage got for me was due today. Did I remember to take it to work with me this morning? Of course not. Thus began an odyssey.I walked home from work like usual, put on some clothes better suited for running around in, and was off to the bus stop again at 5:30. The bus didn't show up for 20 minutes, but I finally got up to the Allston library around 7:00 or so. Dropped off the book, turned right back around again and stood there for somewhere between 10 and 15 minutes waiting for the bus in the other direction. Given that there's no bus shelter on that side of the street and the wind was blowing, I was doing a pretty good icicle imitation by the time I got on the bus, and was mostly convinced I wouldn't be warm again before April.
At this point, anybody with a brain would've stayed on the bus and gone home. Since this is me and I want breakfast tomorrow, I went to Trader Joe's instead. I had a foolproof plan, though; after TJ's and before I went to wait for the bus home, I went and bought a cup of cocoa, on the theory that at least I'd have one warm hand for a while. So of course the bus showed up inside of five minutes, because that meant I had to juggle my cocoa, my groceries and my T pass. I wonder if the karma for returning the book on time balances out what I spent on cocoa?
I finally got to be useful today at work. I rearranged most of three file drawers, and started the practical (as opposed to theoretical) side of figuring things out. I was right; I've got about a third of a clue, and decent instincts for what I don't absolutely know needs doing. (I was going to send out a request for something I thought we didn't have, only we did have it, but there was no way for me to know that. If we hadn't had it, I would've been absolutely right to ask for it at this point in the process.) I know it's unreasonable to want to be absolutely perfect at everything after three days, but I seem to expect myself to do it anyway.
