Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
I’m sitting here, waiting for another thirty minutes to pass so that I can go home. I don’t have anything to do, so it’s a complete waste of time. Yeah, I know I’m getting paid, but I’m not adding any value to the operation by sitting around until the minute hand points south, and it’s so frustrating!
I’m under strict instructions to bring my own indoor shoes for next week. I did point out that the plastic guest slippers fit me fine, but they weren’t having any of it. So I have the choice of either bringing an extra pair of shoes each day on the crowded commuter train (no chance) or buying three new pairs of shoes, one for each school I have to go to, so that I can leave them there unused for six days a week. I have absolutely no intention of doing that, either.
I need a Plan C.