Rushed to catch the bus, all the while trying to position my hood just right so my hair (which was actually perfect) didn't get wet. I failed miserably. Caught the bus, even though I thought i'd miss it, cause I was 10 minutes behind.

I get downtown and transfer buses, and it's not until the bus pulls out of the terminal and is going in the wrong direction, that I realize I got on the wrong bus. (how embarassing.) I yell to the driver to stop and explained I got on the wrong bus, and he looked at me with a look of utter annoyance. He asked which bus I wanted, and I said anything headed west, that I could walk the rest of the way, if need be. He told me he'd call the bus I wanted and tell them to wait, and I could run back and catch it.

So I ran. I got on the bus, just as it was pulling out of the terminal...then, after a couple minutes, I realized I was on the wrong bus...AGAIN! This one was going North. I quickly pulled the dinger thing and got off, further from my destination than the first time I had boarded the wrong bus.

I realized at this point that I had a LONG walk ahead of me...in the pouring rain.

I started walking West, even though I only had a vague idea of where I was, or how I was going to get where I wanted to be. Of course, by this time, it is evident that i'm NOT going to make it to work on time, and that pisses me off since i've never been late to open.

20 minutes of walking in the pouring rain, and i'm just turning on to Monaghan Rd. I've given up on keeping my hair perfect, and it's in stringy wet bits in my face. I can't see cause the wind is blowing the rain right in my face. I am FREEZING cold. I have done a great job of avoiding puddles, but my new white shoes are nice and muddy. I realize where I am and think I might be able to make it...for the first time all day, I see a light at the end of the tunnel...and then....

SPLASH. Yes, that's right, I got splashed. Muckey, dirty street water, all over my pants. and shoes. I can feel the water seeping into my shoes and making the only part of my body that was dry, very cold and uncomfortable.

I give in. I stop at KCU and call a cab, thinking I can wait inside where the ATM is...oh but wait, I have no card. My coat is sticking to me, because some tricky rainwater found it's way in, and all it's little raindrop buddies followed.

"Your cab will be about twenty minutes"

I hang up the phone and scream various profanities. "SON OF A BITCH! I FUCKING HATE TODAY!"

I call the other cab company. Five minutes, she says. (Yeah right, I think.) And then...after three minutes, there he was. Could it be that my horrible morning was finally coming to an end?

We pull up infront of the store. 8:41. I am only 11 minutes late. I can do this.

"That'll be $6.75"

I reach into my pocket...where did that damn $10 bill go? It was there this morning, I know it was! God hates me. My eyes start to water. I'm not going to cry. I know I have it, somewhere. I frantically start digging through my purse. The cabbie looks at me and he knows I don't have it. My eyes are getting really watery now...and then...there...in the corner of my pocket! That's it! I pay the man and rush into the store, to warmth and the possibility of maybe being dry.

I see myself in the window, as i'm walking by the office and my hair is FRIZZ! I look like a muppet. Damn, and I looked so good...but wait...I brought my straightener! I never bring my straightener! I never use the damn thing, but I put it in my purse today. I fix the hair, hang my coat to dry, and kick off my wet shoes...and then I remember that I have clean socks there! That might seem a bit weird, but I call it fate.

That is when my day finally started looking up. I did tell the story a few times and people just laughed at me...at least I can laugh now that my feet are dry and i'm dying of pneumonia! haha.