God, what a morning.
Jun. 16th, 2006 09:10![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeFinally got to bed early this morning after spending several hours pissed off (for reasons I won't detail here) and using that energy to:
I think I turned in at 2:00.
This morning, up at 6:30 to get my work day together and all my stuff together for White Hart. I leave for work 1/2 hour later than usual - really an hour late, since I'm perpetually late by 1/2 an hour anyway. (My partner, when I arrive, is pissy. Rightfully so.)
On the way, stop by the bank to get money: the Wells Fargo guy is doing maintenance on the machine. Nice choice there, BOB: shut down an ATM during prime drive time. Good one. You've got a future with this company. There are no other US Banks between here and my office, so I'm mostly broke.
Stop at the post office to check the Montana order box through. I'm kind enough to my mail carrier to not expect him (or her) to carry a four pound box of tights around on the route.
To Starbucks with what cash I do have (really just pocket change) for cappuchino. The line's wrapped around the building. No time to wait.
So, no cash. No cappuchino. No breakfast. It has to get better, doesn't it?
- Finish an order for the Montana Shakespeare Company (yea!)
- Get at least a part of my Raleigh costume done
I think I turned in at 2:00.
This morning, up at 6:30 to get my work day together and all my stuff together for White Hart. I leave for work 1/2 hour later than usual - really an hour late, since I'm perpetually late by 1/2 an hour anyway. (My partner, when I arrive, is pissy. Rightfully so.)
On the way, stop by the bank to get money: the Wells Fargo guy is doing maintenance on the machine. Nice choice there, BOB: shut down an ATM during prime drive time. Good one. You've got a future with this company. There are no other US Banks between here and my office, so I'm mostly broke.
Stop at the post office to check the Montana order box through. I'm kind enough to my mail carrier to not expect him (or her) to carry a four pound box of tights around on the route.
To Starbucks with what cash I do have (really just pocket change) for cappuchino. The line's wrapped around the building. No time to wait.
So, no cash. No cappuchino. No breakfast. It has to get better, doesn't it?