Tuesday: Wake up around 7 to the baby beagles (Omar & Daisy) running around on the floor above me/my ceiling after having already endured the alarm clock that continually rings from 5-6am in the apartment below. Shower. Put on makeup. Listen to some Led Zeppelin. Try on all of my lingerie. Eventually decide to go to work around 8:30. Wait for bus forever; work on my tan. Commute takes forever; read a really great book. Get to city. Go to store where lady charges me double for my energy drinks; I’m actually aware enough to catch this and call her out on it. Thank you for giving me my own money back. Walking down the street, I get whacked in the face by a woman trying to hail a cab. Outside of my building, almost get killed by a bicyclist. He instead runs into the guy behind me, and, as we all walk into the building, they quarrel for a really long time, saying the stupidist shit while our 15 security guards (who always give me shit about my building ID and using certain elevators) idly stand there in silence. Oh, another Tuesday.
Wednesday: Wake up to alarm clock below. Listen to iPod for an hour. Unload dryer; fold and put away laundry. Try on Hooter’s work uniform shorts my friend gave me about 5 years ago. Will I ever wear these, even as part of a Halloween costume? Shower. Dress in high heels (I think this is the second time I’ve worn heels to work in the past two years.) Eat brekkie, for once. Walk to bus. Forget great book. Walk back; get book. Bus & path are way fast. Not nearly as hot as yesterday, mmmm. Want iced chai, but need espresso so must go to Starbucks to place my trillion word order. They don’t screw it up! I don’t like how Starbucks has cheapened the quality of coffee or how they effectively raised the price of a regular cup of joe from other vendors, but—and I guess I deserve this even—the cashier screws up the buttons and the total comes to $1.76 for my $5+ concoction. ? I ask. “Don’t worry about it; we’ll just keep this between us. It’s $1.76.” Well thanks, hottie! Another day, another dollar.