Sunday, September 26, 2010
The Plan Was.....
The plan was to get up early and clean the whole house before football today. The plan failed. I went out early and got my last $1.00 medium iced coffee from McDonald's. I'm hooked on the stuff, and they have had a two week special that ends tonight. Hmmmm...maybe I'll pick up another cup when I go out later. I picked up BOTH Sunday newspapers, yes, everyone, we still have two sort of alive newspapers in the Tampa Bay area. Consuming both of them, and hitting Huffington Post, and the blogs has brought me to the point where I have had the perfect lazy morning. Reading and pursuing reading in all forms (I have a fiction book going, as well)...just vegetating. So. Housekeeping will keep until next week. :)) The Bucs are losing ugly. But, I don't have to watch. Blacked out here due to lack of interest. The second blackout in the 13 years that the new Bucs stadium has existed.
Funny story about yesterday. The new job requires that I work one day a week from 1 p.m. to 9 p.m., and the rest day shifts that start at 9 a.m. I'm also required to work one Saturday a month, and for that I get a day the prior week off. I like having some weekday time available, so that is good for me. However, when I went to sleep on Friday, the thought of working the next day floated in front of my eyes. I decided to turn off my usual 5:30 a.m. alarm and set one for 7. A.M. that is. I mistakenly set it to P.M. So, on my first Saturday scheduled, I woke up at 8:35. ARGGHHHH! I immediately went into action mode and was out of the house at 8:50. But it is 24 miles, including a long bridge to the other side of the bay. I hoped to only be 10 minutes late. And I would have been.
Except for one thing. Jumpy and annoyed, I mistakenly took the first exit off the interstate after I crossed the bridge (the bridge is 7 miles long). The wrong exit. I was on 4th street. To my right, I could see the corporate enclave that is just to the east of where I worked. I sailed right past it. No turns. Having rarely been in this part of St. Pete, I took the first right I could find, some 6 miles after my buildings had gone by. I mistakenly got on I-275 headed north again... I could catch the right exit on the other side.
Except, there was no exit. For miles. And then, I was on the bridge again. All the way to the east or Tampa side of the Bay. Turn around. Get back on the bridge for the third time, then be VEWY, VEWWY careful to take the right exit. Follow the exit to the building. Get out of the car and take the long parking lot walk. Arrive 35 minutes late. Sigh.
So, I'm absent-minded, directionally challenged and vegetating away. Messed around with a new format for the blog. I like it. Hope you do, too.