Thursday, August 17, 2006

I am starting to think that being unable to leave my house early for anything is genetic, encoded into my dna, unavoidable.

Well, it isn't so much not being able to *leave* early as it is to have things go according to my early plan. Take yesterday- I left the house an hour early for dance so I could stop by the mall and pay my store credit card bill. About 20 minutes down the road from my house, I realize that I didn't pack any pants to wear for dance class. I'm wearing jeans, so there's no way I can go to class without different pants- I don't care how cute your jeans are, you can not do splits in them. Plus, it would be really, really hot and sweaty. Ick.

So I stop at the Target about half an hour from my house, and realize that I don't have my credit card with me, only the $20 cash that I was going to pay towards a workshop we're doing next month. Oh well, pants are the more immediate need, right? I scour the clothing section for the cute gouchos they had on sale for $9 a few weeks ago, since I wanted another pair anyway. (So comfy!). No luck. Apparently they are a little early for winter, and all they have are big heavy sweatpants. BAD idea for dance when your studio's air condition is sucky, and it is 90 degrees outside.

I *finally* find a not-quite-ugly pair of capri length sweats that don't look too thick for about $15, buy them, and am on my way again.

I'm driving along, grumbling about having to spend money that I don't really have on pants I will never use. I wonder if I could just wear them with the tags on and return them? That would be totally disgusting, huh? Damn conscience! I can NOT believe that I remembered to bring the extra fan for the studio, brought my costume box in case we were doing dress rehersal, brought my zills, everything but pants.

And then it hits me. I brought my costume box! It has pants in it! I can just wear those! I just wasted all that time for nothing!

So of course, instead of having time to go pay my bill at the mall, I get to stop at the library just long enough to drop off some overdue books, and then go to class.

At least I get to return the pants with a clear conscience!

So today I set my clock for 12:30 so I could leave the house an hour early for work and go to the local branch of the store where I need to pay my bill. I check my e-mail, take a shower, get dressed, and through some freakish black hole in time, it is already 2pm! I normally leave home at 2:30, so there goes paying my bill again! So, back at the computer, I check the UPS tracking on the bag I ordered a while back, and it is supposed to be delivered today! I check outside where they usually leave packages, but it isn't there yet, which is weird since UPS usually comes by noon or 1. I hang around the house until around 2:35, just in case UPS shows up. Since my mom is out of town, if I don't get the package before I leave, it will sit outside all night, and I hate that!

I finally give up and leave the house for work. A quarter of a mile down the road from my house, the UPS truck is parked delivering a package. Ooooh, there aren't many houses between there and my house, so I turn around and go back home to wait. 5 minutes later they STILL haven't shown up, and I am now running 10 minutes late for work. The UPS truck comes around the corner and I'm all excited that I waited, but then it turns down the road before my house. GRR! I give up and leave, getting to work 10 minutes late. On a day that I got up an hour early. Grr!

There's a great story about my inability to speak English, but we'll save that for another post.

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