WELCOME TO GOOD XORNING WITH BARDICHE.
The Event: Job interview at 10:00 AM sharp.
The Place: City one hour away by bus.
The Problem:
It starts with morning. It always does. I get up at 7:00 AM so I am sure to be able to catch the 8:44 AM bus. Nothing really goes wrong, but when I want to head out at 8:20 I notice it's raining so I bring my umbrella.
Things go downhill. Fast.
I arrive at the busstop at 8:39, panting, because I had to RUN TO CATCH THE DAMN BUS that was early by a few minutes. I am painfully reminded that warm up exercises exist for a reason, but alright, by the time I get to the bus station where I have to get into another bus, I am already feeling considerably better.
The time is 8:55. My bus, the final bus I have to take, arrives at 9:05. Or should. It does not. With no way to still make it on time, I ring my future workplace and manage to get the appointment rescheduled for 11:00 AM.
9:15. No bus.
9:25. No bus.
9:35. No bus.
9:45. No bus.
9:55. No bus.
10:05. No bus.
10:15. No bus.
10:25. No bus. At this point I panic and call them again, and in commendation of spending one and a half hours waiting on a bus, they decide to call it off for today and I get to come tomorrow at 11:00 AM instead. A bit relieved, I decide to pick up groceries and go home instead.
This is when the real trouble begins. Do note that I am feeling rather DAMN COLD at the time because it was freezing, raining, snowing and there's a strong wind blowing.
I pick up groceries in a supermarket plastic bag. This, in hindsight, was a Pretty Stupid Idea.
My bus home should arrive at 11:00. Of course, it does not. 11:30, it finally arrives and takes me home. I am very, very cold.
11:46. I arrive at the bus stop and need to walk home. By this point it is raining rather heavily, it's slippery on the road and I am wearing a suit. The plastic bag goes kaputt and I have to hoist it under my arms, because I brought too much I cannot balance it in one arm.
Then, because my grip on the umbrella weakens, the wind picks it up and throws it away so I have to get it. Then I slip and all groceries are sprawled out over the icy, wet floor. My umbrella is picked up and thrown away as I slip, so not only do I have to gather groceries, I have to fish my umbrella out of the foliage.
END RESULT:
One Bardiche, thoroughly soaked, shivering, with a suit in less-than-good conditions, with a broken plastic bag filled with wet and cold groceries and the realisation that public transit has been nothing too kind to me today.
I hate my life.
