Maybe...

[windandwater]

... I should stop ranting about how much my mornings suck and just study. Or something.



You know, I think I'm just going to declare this to be my Bad Week and be done with it. I actually rolled out of bed at a somewhat-decent time this morning, only to futz around with what I was planning to wear. I ended up having to change my clothes. ><;; I hate it when my fashion sense actually kicks in.

Made it to the BART station with two minutes to spare (whew!) and pretty much knocked out for the whole ride. Then it happened. We pulled in to the Embarcadero... and we didn't pull out.

I woke up from my little nap when I realized the train wasn't moving, only to hear the loudspeaker tell us that there was a "medical emergency" on the train and the service was going to be interrupted for five minutes...

... ten minutes...
... fifteen minutes...
... twenty minutes...
... twenty-five minutes...

Yeah. So I got mightily pissed because the loudspeaker lady was all: "There is a medical emergency on the BART going to San Francisco/Colma. The passenger could not be found..."

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

You freaking KNOW there's a medical emergency but you don't know where the poor bastard IS?! Is this what my exorbantly high BART fares are paying for?! Even I KNEW where the guy was... he was in the next car!

So I ended up sitting in the train, trying not to freak out over being late, but I failed miserably. I hate to admit it, but the firts thing I thought was: "Dammit... couldn't the guy have waited to have his heart attack when we got to Montgomery?!"

See, Embarcadero is the stop before Montgomery. It's like, a minute or two between the stops. I had to wait on that damn train for a HALF HOUR just to ride the extra two minutes to get off at my stop. Plus, the BART people finally got a clue and decided to send trains into San Francisco on the OTHER FREAKING TRACK.

I suppose it could have been worse. I could have been on the train behind mine, which was packed like a sardine can (standing room, ick) and waiting in the East Bay tunnel. At least I was in the station and they had the car doors open.

So, yes, I was late to class by a good half hour. And I also didn't brief the last case. Whatever. I need to do my Contracts now.

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[kodalai.livejournal.com]

I suppose it could have been worse. I could have been on the train behind mine, which was packed like a sardine can (standing room, ick) and waiting in the East Bay tunnel. At least I was in the station and they had the car doors open.

Jeez! Were they trying to cause *another* heart attack?

Just stick it out, honey. *huggle* Think of it as working out all your bad karma in a week.