Starting a new job is exciting and fun, but overwhelming and nerve-wracking all at the same time. My start date was originally going to be March 1st, but the kids I nanny for are on vacation for two weeks, so why not start early?
Let me just start by saying I have major committment issues. And no, I'm not talking about relationships (ok...so I do have those issues, too, but we aren't talking about that on here). I overcommit to just about everything and anything. Apparently I don't know what to do with myself if I don't have something planned for every minute of everyday. I think I have self-inflicted ADHD... it is impossible for me to just sit and watch tv or a movie. I have to be either scrolling the internet or playing words with friends, WHILE watching a movie and talking to my roommates or I get anxious of just sitting still on the couch. So, sitting still on the bus for an hour WOULD be a disaster if it weren't for the amazing people watching. I like to create scenarios for my fellow bus riders, but I don't want to completely embarass myself on here, so I'll keep some of them to myself.
For my first day of riding the bus, I ended up walking ONE MILE from my bus stop to work because I didn't know about riding the s.l.u.t. That stands for South Lake Union Transit, perverts! Now that I am finally getting the hang of this commute, I get a little proud. I think I've got it all down and everything will run perfectly from now on. Well, Friday couldn't have gone more backward. On my way to the bus in the morning, I get a text from my friend who also takes the bus to Seattle and she asked if I wanted to ride with her today because she was driving. Of course I say yes and think I'm starting my Friday on the right foot... it's going to be a great day! The day went well at work and as I am getting ready to head to get on the s.l.u.t, it starts raining and all I can think is thank you God for not having to walk a mile to the bus stop now that I can ride this thing. I hop on around 4:30 and plan to catch the bus at 4:45 or 5, in hopes to make my dinner plans by 6. We go about 3 blocks and come to a stop. The driver gets on over the speakers and says we all need to get off because there is a lot of construction going on and one of the stop lights is hanging too low for us to drive under. So I hop off and walk that mile in the rain to my bus stop that I had just thanked God for NOT having to do. Being new at this whole bus thing, I see what I think is my bus, hop on and ask if it goes to the Tacoma Dome Station. Good thing I asked! I hop off and wait for the RIGHT bus and am relieved to be en route, out of the rain, and off my feet.
Being a Friday at 5 AND a 3 day weekend, traffic sucked. I notice a lady walk up and mention something to the bus driver and about 5 minutes later we're pulled over on the offramp. I was thinking this is a bizarre spot to pick up passengers when I see a woman rushing off the bus looking flustered and panic-stricken. The next thing I know I see a firetruck pull up and come straight to the woman who was apparently (possibly) having a heartattack. For liability issues our driver had to stay with the woman to make sure everything was okay. A bus pulls up behind us, a crazy, loud, and for lack of better word, ghetto man hops on our bus blabbing about us getting our asses off the bus and on to the other. I let out a loud HA and say to the woman next to me "yeah right like I'm going to listen to that guy." Lo and behold, people listen to him and get off the bus and on to the other. Feeling guilty for judging this Crazy Guy (who ended up being right), I get on the already packed bus and cozy up next to some tough looking strangers. We get going on the freeway and Crazy Guy starts yelling at his son, while holding him up by his jacket saying "Don't think cause there are people on this bus that I wont punish you. The bible says if I don't discipline you then I don't love you." I wanted to leap across the many rows of seats and grab his poor son out of his arms, but I didn't want to be "disciplined," by him. Everyone awkwardly looks around like they didn't just hear the drama that just occurred. Then we pull over to drop off passengers (most importantly, Crazy Guy) in Federal Way.
I FINALLY arrive at the Tacoma Dome Station at 7, which was a whopping 2.5 hour ride home. And no, I didn't make my dinner plans.
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