Venting

What a morning. . . .I had one of those nights where I slept so good that my eyes closed one second and two seconds later my alarm went off (well thats how it seemed). I got to the carpool line a few minutes later than I should have, but I leave at this time often and still get to work on time. I noticed the car I avoid toward the front of the line and linger a little to make sure two people are in it before I approach the line. A big SUV is next. I like getting in SUVs because I can see the new bridge's progress (lower cars I can not see over the railing). I end up in a Subaru wagon with a grey haired gay man driving and a very old, very over-made-up lady in the back seat. Instead of going straight to get on the freeway he gets into the turn lane. I emmediately think he is probably an asshole who is going to jet ahead of the person going straight, but as the light changes, he starts to turn. I calmly ask "arent you going to get on the freeway?". He explains that he will take another entrance closer to the toll plaza to avoid maze traffic. "OK" I figure. In the meantime the old lady is muttering under her breath and then starts to make cell phoen calls (A huge carpool no-no!) she leaves two people really annoyed, angry messages and hangs up. We keep hitting reds and I am getting a little pissed myself, as I truly think going the normal route would have been faster, I have never takent his route in carpool before and I dont see how the city streets would be faster unless there was some horrible accident, which there wasnt. We finally approach the freeway entrance and traffic comes to a dead standstill, I mean maybe one car per light, if that. People are starting to turn the pull-over curb area into a lane and cutting eachother off and going at the green light, even though there is no room, only to have to sit in the intersection, blocking traffic (a personal pet-peeve). The old lady starts muttering profanities, I am just waiting for her to explode. Finally the driver says something, trying to be nice and she does explode, she starts yelling and saying she has riden this commute 33 years and this is always a bad way to go and look at the other way is moving, etc, etc. Then she says there is no carpool lane on this side, and the driver points to a sgn right next to us pointing to the carpool lane right there. That was funny. He looks over at me with that "how rediculous is SHE?" look. She finally calms down and goes back to muttering as we get past some A-holes that deicided to take the carpool lane, then cut back over at the last minute. It was smooth sailing from there, but it was quiet, with more muttering from the back seat. I ask the guy if he was going my way and if he could droip me closer, he says yes. I'm already late, but remain calm. When the angry lady gets out, we both sort of laugh and let the tension melt a little. He said she was having a bad day. I think he should have apologized, but he was a nice guy. I was about 15 to 20 minutes late. I lost my keycard to work a week ago and Anna is finally back from vacation and this morning she tells me she ran out of cards, so I have to wait another week. It's annoying having to get people to let me in, and borrow other peoples keys. It's a bad morning.

To make things worse I get about three or four emails from my boss, either telling me i did osmething wrong or requesting some big project.

She also tells me to reschedule this really complex event because lynne said greg couldnt be there, well now lynne says he can. i look bad!

I hope this day gets better, as the driver said . ...

In other news, I had a very unhealthy dinner last night, but met some of wes' friends, who were really cool.

Oh and at WW yesterday I weighted in one pound lighter (that was the pound i gained the previous week though).