Monday 29 September 2008

Pic of the day: And this is for my oldest brother who believes that I make up things for my journal. ^_^

Short: Commute

This is a Monday. Keep that in mind and you will not be surprised.

I had to skip the first bus I had planned to take to work, for my digestion acted up. This happens from time to time, and not least on Mondays despite my lack of alcohol during the weekend. (I really should do something about the lack of alcohol, but not during the weekends. In the rare case that I would have to go to a hospital during a weekend, the tiniest whiff of alcohol would disqualify me from being treated seriously. Here in Norway, drinking is a weekend thing for most people, and they tend to drink the whole week's ration during Friday and Saturday nights.)

For the next bus I was five seconds early. The bus left the stop ten seconds early. I suppose it gives the driver a small mood boost, a feeling of not being at the very bottom of the food chain, even after a weekend of being at home with his bitchy whining family. Yay for me slightly improving the amount of happiness in the world.

For the next bus I was several minutes early, so naturally it was a little late. But not nearly as late as it would be. Halfway from here to the city, where I work, one of the doors stopped working. While it was open, and then some. It had jumped off its mooring, or whatever bus doors are fastened with, but was still somewhat attached to the bus. In this state we drove slowly to the bus garage (which luckily is on this side of town) and swapped the bus for one that worked. I came to work just in time for lunch.

"Just another manic Monday" as the Bangles used to sing.