A really, really, REALLY crappy day. (Mystery suprise good ending!)

[everythingsxen]

Last night I couldn't sleep. I didn't pass out until 1am. I woke up at 5:15 to catch my bus(es) to be at work at 8am. Today was the second day of my "orientation". We did paperwork and took tests until 11, had lunch (1 hour). After lunch, we then got a quick tour of the store and were told to learn how to be cashiers (in case of.. we are technically receivers though). Apparently "someone important" was visiting our store today and we had to be super. So I was assigned every task under the sun *except* cashiering, I wandered the store and helped customers as best I could. I had a few nice moments with people I could really help and that was nice. Then I cashiered. Then I got carts. Then I cashiered more. Then we were sent back to meet our manager and we learned about receiving. Until 6:30pm. (You will notice the lack of any breaks for 6 and a half hours there.)

As I left the store I found my body in utter agony. I think my knees are about to give out. They are making this really awful grinding noise. Walking up and down this stupid hill I live on is killing me. But I digress. I sat and waited for the bus. And waited. And waited.....

So an hour passes. Where is the F!@#ing bus I wonder? Actually I scream out at the top of my lungs. So I walk. Nearest payphone? Broken. So I walk. And walk. And walk. You get the idea. An hour later I make it to a gas station. I am ready to collapse in heap of gibbering madness. I call the only people I know in town. Who aren't home. Great. What do I do now? There is no bus here. Plus I have a timetable for catching the important bus back home... what to do? Screw it, call a cab says I!

So I wait for the cab to arrive. Fifteen minutes they say. Yeah right. Anyway, the cab get there. Nice enough guy, Indian or Pakistani or something. (He had one of those turban thingies, so I think Indian.) I tell him to take me to the bus station. As we go, I see the meter racking up and I know it will be almost 5 or 6 to get to jus the station. So I ask the guy "How much to Woodinville from here?" He replies "I dunno, 26 or 27" I whistled low. I said well not tonight, maybe another time. He asks if I want to go, I say no, he asks how much I have, I tell him 20. He asks if I want to go for 20, I think about it for a moment and say.. sure.

He even took me to my house so I didn't to walk up the hill. What a cool guy. Granted I really shouldn't have spent that money, but I was so tired. Sometimes, you just have to.

Anyway, so that was the good ending. Hope you liked my story.

I get up at 5 am tomorrow to be at work at 8.....

I swear my first paycheck I am buying a motorcycle or car.

[proud patriot]

1. I'm so glad you made it home

(((Hugs))) and a virtual foot massage

[everythingsxen]

3. *groans*

...foot...massage.... *drool*

Thanks! I wish it weren't virtual, but I will take what I can get! :D

[Fenris]

2. He was probably a Sikh

[everythingsxen]

4. Well whatever he was, he kicked ass!

:D

[toddzilla]

5. scooter

you could probably get a scooter for a couple hundred bucks. and if it's under 50cc you don't need a special licence for it.

[oreocat]

6. Woodinville, WA ?

I live in Lynnwood WA
Glad you made it home OK.