This has been a week of beginnings and endings for me.
I’ve said farewell to my friend Kitchen* (see previous post Pranks) – who went back to NYC, my favorite bus driver of all time Virginia, and to my friend from Australia, Dene (who went home this week after a 3 month visit). Additionally, I learned that my long-term bartender and friend from the Midnight Sun, Dan, was taking entrance exams and planning to go to University. Likely, Dan will be changing roles at the Sun, if not leaving completely.
Farewells are always difficult. Beginnings aren’t supposed to be. They often are though. Today was my first day on my new contract. You would think it wouldn’t be bad, right?
Well, mainly it wasn’t (as of 12:20). I made every connection i wanted to make, and everything worked out exactly as planned on the way down. There were some disappointments, though.
On the morning commute, I have to leave a full hour before I really should need to to make the shuttle down to San Jose. While I have a plan for the 40-45 mins between the two buses, it’s diisappointing that there is a bus I could take from Sausalito … IF … it arrived just 2-3 minutes earlier. No such luck.
On the way down, the poor shuttle driver – and the shuttle is a full-sized bus with toilet and wifi - had someone blowing his horn at her for about 1/2 mile. He then passed her, cut in front of her, and slammed on the breaks. We all went forward …
Fortunately, there were no injuries or accident. The driver was very apologetic, although it was CLEARLY not her fault.
Then, graceful me … I arrived at the Building 30 minutes earlier than I expected, and a full one-hour before I WAS expected. Excellent. What’s my first manuever? I catch my heal on the stairs, and nearly fall down the stairs off the bus.
This time, gratefully, I found the railing, and grabbed on. I did twist my ankle, but it doesn’t appear to be serious.
The rest of the day has been scheduled to be full, but it isn’t insane. I don’t think. Then again, maybe I am. It *is* good to have a routine again.
