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Not quite as bad as last month, but
today was bad because this time it was my fault. Quite simply, Kimio
wanted a ride home, but I was going to yoga right after work, so I had to
say no (which I didn't want to do, as he's given me a lift many a time).
Then I noticed there's a yoga class at noon, so I switched lunches with
Jenna (who needed to leave early, so this worked out great) and headed off
to a lunchtime yoga class (thus freeing up my evening and enabling me to
do Kimio a favor). I got there in plenty of time to set up my new locker, which I just got after being on a TWO YEAR waiting list. As I was looking for change for the meter, I dropped my keys on the seat of my car. I could only find a dime, so I decided things were going ok, and I could run and get change. As I was slamming my car door, I saw the glint of metal and realized what I had done... I'll spare you any more tiny details. I had to call David (who has the spare set of keys), who was online at the time. I decided to set up my locker, even though that took half an hour because lucky me, I got a trainee. When I went to put my stuff in my locker (I'd given up on yoga, but I thought hey, at least my stuff will be here for next time) I found it full of other people's stuff. No biggie, so I reached in to move the stuff out of my new, hard-won locker. And I put my hand into a clear, chunky yellow sludge. It covered the bottom and sides of my dear new locker. It smelled like rotten shampoo. It sucked. I gave a mild, ironic complaint at the desk, then went out to sit on my trunk and wait for David. The rest went ok. I'm not chancing going to yoga tonight, however. Maybe I'll write instead. | ||
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