So on this, my second day as a newly employed memeber of the masses, I have a tale of dharma to tell you, my lovely audience. But first a review.
I am now employed. At the Chicago Botanic Gardens, a place I want to have my children, yes I want to give birth on the rose garden lawn. This is amazing. This is wonderful, outstanding, news. But I had to move to make it posible; because I am poor, I have no car; because I am poor, I have no apartment, and now live with my mother... again.
Everyone with me? Yah? Gut!
Today, I was going to ride my bike, which is not really my bike, cuse MY BIKE is still in Ur-Paign, but really a bike the custodian was gonna toss, but my mother, being the packrat she is, would not allow such outrage. Thus, My Bike. Sadly My Bike has no kickstand, although the tires hold air; and has a biker's skinny ass seat, although it has over 15 speeds. And I was happy enough until 0535 this morning, when Im grumpily, cuse Im outa shape, biking along, and the pedal crank fell off. Yes it fell off. What? The? FUCK?
So thinking to myself that I will be sooo late to work, ON MY SECOND DAY! I fiddle with the pedal crank under a streetlight, cuse its still frelling dark out at 0540 but to no avail, so I decided to wait for a bus, cuse I was about 20 yards from the pace bus stop which was also handily, cuse here comes a train, the metra stop. Long story short, I make the train, have to pay extra fare, and in fact the last of my pocket cash, cuse I buy my ticket on the train, and am still late to work, GAH!
Not a terrible problem it turns out, but still embarassing, all I have to do is stay late, no biggie. But because I stay late, I am graced with a ride home from a most wonderful, beautiful person, my boss Linda the Mighty, and dont have to worry about train fare AT ALL.
But today, Im happy cuse Im working, doing a job I love, so I smile and say hi to everyone, which sometimes can lead to interesting exchanges, especially with people who dont really know what to say to a grubby blonde pulling weeds in the shrubbery. Take, "You look like you spend alot of time on yer knees," for example.
oh my
And it was some random old guy, oh I was so tempted to say, "thats a rather personal statement for you to be saying, buddy," but instead I just said, "alot of weeds to pull," and smiled.
Okay so I get home, my feet are killing me, and I have a broken down bike. I hatch a plan, hit Uncle Dan's up for boots, and see if they know a good bike hospital. It must be the day for old men, cuse some cute old backpacker with a sunny smile charmed me into buying ridicuously expensive insoles for my ridicuosly expensive shoes. But he was cute! And a really muscley for an old man! And a backpacker, he knows about feet!
The bike hospital was closed.
My day is finished. My tale is completed. Dharma you ask....
