A sixth Not-In-Service bus passed freezing customers this morning as they waited for the G8 to arrive. Me included. I type this to you from the first of two G8 buses that showed up at the same time, completely off schedule. Once again, the leap-frog approach supports the idea that bus drivers might be hanging out at an end-of-line shopping center and leaving together.

Someone remind me again, please…. I think it was pointed out to me that DC is the only city with Not-In-Service runs? I have trouble believing that, but a reader said it once. If that is the case, does that mean that other cities integrate their bus routes to ensure higher quality of service?

But wait…what’s that? A new bus schedule effective December 2007? With a bus running every 8 or 10 minutes in the morning? Let’s wait and see about that.

I had to play a business meeting tonight in the same room as a friend’s birthday party.  This basically amounted to the DJ room being relegated to low volume while the rest of the club was at high volume.  In my mind, that gets a big ol’ FUCK THAT.Don’t get me wrong.  I am totally okay with my “employer” telling me it needs to be turned down in this room and not the others.  Fine.  But let’s observe the dynamics of this nightmare.  I end up in a quandry because I cannot possibly satisfy both parties.  I cannot adequately judge the volume needed to keep the middle ground in the one room.To me, the birthday party is much more f’ing important.  The business party may have been screwed by not having another room, but this is someone’s birthday. So eventually I broke out the 70’s out of spite.  Let’s face it.  Songs should not be used for spite, but they’re written for it sometimes.If one more person asks me to turn it down…. 

Bout time, n such.  The boo has a blog!  All you bloggerati best add him to yer logs.  When he gets goin, he’s a lil spitfire.  But this is why I love him.

 

In the meantime, you get the “my 2-year old could paint that” version of my website.  Enjoy the construction as it goes.  :)

I had a glass of wine with coworkers, went home, ate, watched a movie. (Premonition was good but I hated the ending.) All a generally relaxing evening after an exciting day of encouraging interviews for yet another position, the goal of which is to maximumly use my potential.And then I couldn’t sleep when we went to bed. I kept waking up, thinking that if I drank water I would be okay. But when I would get back in bed, I would feel sheets of heat hitting my skin, over and over. It was not hot in the room. The dreams were there, but none so vivid that I remembered them this morning.I emailed my boss and told him I would be late. Must talk to someone soon about as this happens. It’s not like…mental or anything when it does. The -only- mental thing I can think of right now is that I am excited about a new prospect possibly coming my way, job-wise. But that’s not my decision. So far, I’m still in my current job and it very well may stay that way. And that has never caused heat-sheets before…unless it’s a sign.In any case…I’ve never had the heat sheets hit me for any reason that I can legitimately pin down. I don’t feel sick or feel like I am having a mental day. Today I just feel a slight lack of sleep.The words of my allergist ring in the back of my mind. I may need to call him back…. If I’m caught up in gerealized anxiety disorder, it makes sense. I’m just damned lucky it doesn’t impact my work at all. That would suck.