Holy sh*t. Talk about a f*cking sh*t show. And by "sh*t show," I mean my life. I just BARELY skated by to getting on my bus in time. What a crazy week leading up to this!!
Earlier this week, when I was planning out my agenda, I was going to have three days before leaving on this trip to get myself ready to head off for three weeks. So I wasn't super concerned when my Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday were all a little more jam packed than normal. I didn't fret when I was preparing for my Wednesday/Thursday working shifts, either. In fact, I was stoked and started counting down the days til Spring Break: Europe Edition. #springbreak #europeedition
Then this event began, known as the World Cup.
Figures....I've had an uncanny knack for soccer players my whole life, yet it would be those beautifully sculpted, non-English speaking athletes that I would be cursing, as the final hours until my departure time approached.
Being that I work for a bar with a tremendous soccer fan base as their regular clientele, I ended up working well into what was going to be my prepping time.
In between jobs, I'd rush to my apartment to do a series of multitasks to hopefully end up with this final product: be packed and have my apartment clean and organized. Well, I accomplished most of that....minus the organized part.
Today, though, it was a heartbeating and suspenseful series of events leading to where I BARELY am as I write this. Let's cue to last night:
Worked at Dirty nightclub until about 3:30am. Get home and finally get to sleep at about 5:00am. Wake up at 8:30am to meet pops for Father's Day breakfast before I start work. Where do I take him? To eat at work. Classy.
We have to cut it kinda short. I change clothes and clock in. Work until 5:45pm. RUSH home (thanks to a ride from my dear friend BDan) only to find my door locked and my keys nowhere to be found.
Shit. Did I even bring my keys? I know dad came to pick me up....and I have my skateboard, so I usually wouldn't have my keys... Crap!! were the thoughts running through my head as I tried to figure out where they could possibly be.
Did I bring them to work? Nah...maybe? Sh*t!
I call work.
Yup. They're there. NOW I'm running out of time.
BDan drives me back. I tell him about my last couple weeks, the chaos, and how I've had a general bad feeling about this trip. I can't pin point what it is, but I feel like it's going to be catastrophic (I'm probably subconsciously over exaggerating, but I can't shake the ill feeling).
We arrive back at work. We grab keys. Turn around. Back to my apartment we go!!
Get back just in time for me to frantically load the dishwasher, put away laundry, prepare a bank deposit, finish packing, and clean the litter box.....
.....f*ck. I forgot to clean the litter box.
We grab my bags, as BDan volunteers to drive me to my bus station---thank you SOOO MUCH, btw!! We head off to start Spring Break : Europe Edition, with 12 minutes to get downtown. BDan tells me to calm down; everything is going to be alright. ::deep breath:: The day has just been so chaotic and on the verge of missing the first leg of my trip, I can't help but revert to all my feelings I've had about what's ahead of me.
"Yo, BDan! Let's cross the Hawthorne Bridge so I can drop this deposit off...it's two blocks from the bus stop," I said as we were heading for the station.
We get onto the bridge: police blockade.
"You. Have. Got. To. Be. F*cking. Sh*tting. Me. Right. Now."
There's no way this can be real. Three cars stopped ahead of us, I see the cop get out of his car to alert these folks of some news that WE, the fourth car, apparently were undeserving of knowing.
Dilemma: Do I wait it out as I stare, wide-eyed like a freakin' owl, at the clock as the minute hand lurks closer and closer to the digits that let me know, "your bus just left without ya, brah!"? Or do I grab my bounty of crap, jimmy-rig it to stay perched upon a pile of itself on my back, while I run a half mile to the bus stop?
I get out of the truck and bum rush the cop. I inquire about the wait time.
5 MINUTES...in cop time, of course. So, fifteen is what he really means.
Not an option right now. I explain my situation, and he lets us go some ass backward way to loop under the bridge, in order to go around and find a different bridge.
Fine! I'm in! BDan, let's go!!
Jump in the truck. Haul balls to get to a different bridge.
Turn down one street: leads to dead end.
Screw you, Universe.
Down another street: giant street parade.
Are you f*cking kidding me, Universe?!?!?
So much for making that deposit on the way...
Finally, we go an extra mile out of the way to get me to where I needed to be. One drive-by drop-off later, and this girl is on a bus and on her way to a very, very, VERY much needed vacation.
I started my trip out as a sh*t show last year, too....and it ended up being epic. Let's hope this trends in that direction!