Grumble Day
Yesterday, my coworker who likes to ride sometimes, thought it would behoove him to ride his bicycle the entire way to work—from his house about 10 miles north of mine. He invited me to meet him along the route and ride it with him. He doesn’t ride nearly as much as I do, so I figured I could catch him along the way.
After lubing my chain yesterday and doing my laundry (which, thanks to the neighbor lady took until 11 pm), I got about 5.5 hours of sleep. I scrambled around this morning and realized that I’d forgotten to extract a directory of files from a Windows-incompatible DVD burn of one of the sites I manage at work. It was 7, time for me to click into my pedals and go catch my coworker, but I figured it would be better not to get yelled at by my manager for blowing it off for the third day in a row.
After 1.5 hours of extracting, finding, tarballing, and attempting to email to myself from Mac OS X Mail, GMail, and Yahoo! Mail and failing consistently with all three, I finally uploaded it to a web server, grumbling, and got ready to ride to work.
Well, I better use the bathroom before I go. I went into the upstairs bathroom to take a leak and I dropped my headband into the toilet in the process of flushing it. No, I didn’t lose the headband. I just dropped it into a whole bunch of morning piss. After washing it in the sink by hand, I realized I was not going to be able to wring it out enough to ride to work this morning.
And, of course, everyone driving in front of me wanted to do so at 18 miles an hour. Or, they were green light sitters (you know, people who perform a standing ten count after a red light turns green before they actually touch the gas pedal).
What a way to start the day.
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