Sabrage is pretty interesting, I have to say. I want to learn how to do it. Still it was a meeting that started at 7:30 in the morning, at a location about 30 minutes from my house, provided it isn't rush hour traffic. Oh, right, 7:30 IS rush hour. Shit.
To make matters worse, I was the one who agreed to bring along the sabre for the "procedure." No, I don't own a sabre, but I have a friend who does. He works in a restaurant and so was up very late last night and was certainly not going to be awake at 6:30 in the morning for me to swing by and pick it up. He left it on his porch, though. It still meant getting up those 30 minutes earlier. I haven't ever been to his house before and I managed to drop the paper that had the address on it. The paper disappeared like it was ghost paper. I looked all around the area I was standing and it was just *poof* gone.
So, I was walking around a strange neighborhood at 6:30 in the morning hoping against hope to hit the right house. I was walking up to a house that seemed to have the wrong address, but based on the verbal directions I was given pretty much had to be right. Just as I was about to the porch the door opened. Oh shit! Someone I didn't know was coming out of the house, he only looked slightly shocked to see me. I should have asked him if he was roommates with my friend Mike, but instead I asked him how to find the address I remembered. That address didn't exist, by the way. I spent about 5 more minutes walking around the neighborhood, only to venture back to the porch where I probably scared years out of that dude's life. Guess what? It was totally the right place. Thank god I didn't get arrested.
I spent the rest of the day trying to stay awake. I've had a killer headache all day and when I got a chance to take a nap, I was out for a good hour and a half. Why can't we have meetings at noon?
As a side note, when I came home for the day I set down my work bag. It was given to me by the Hub who got one with his work laptop that he hated. He thought it would be perfect for me, yay! This laptop bag has a ribbon of cloth on the back where you can slip it over the handle of a wheeled bag when running through the airport, after refusing to check any baggage. Somehow the slip of paper I dropped had fallen into this strip and didn't work itself loose until I was home hours later. Apparently I was destined to get lost today.
Posted by kerewin at August 19, 2005 11:15 PM