One would think that I’d learn to not browse the web before work. Five minutes until the bus gets here. I’m barely ready. No lunch. And what am I doing? I’m updating this blog for what I believe is the readership of twelve readers. Honestly. My nerve sometimes.
In other news, I think I may have a new job. I’ll wait for the offer letter, of course. Don’t want to be that guy, you know, that guy–
“Hey, I’m here for work.”
“Who are you?”
Okay, I’d best leave now. Bus at six thirty-six. Maybe one of these days, I’ll get a car, and then stop bumming rides off of everyone. On the other hand, I don’t have to worry about insurance, or other people running into my PARKED CAR. Which is what happened to Quix last night. It sort of happened in slow motion. I see this gold Chevy venture, thinking to myself, “Whoa, that’s awfully close–they should stop soon.”
Although it could have been much worse.