Sunday night (really my Friday)

I work mostly Wed-Sat. I have a 4-day work week, which is awesome, but I hate working Saturdays - for obvious reasons. That being said, I can't say that I'd rather work a 5-day work week Mon-Fri so I guess I really shouldn't complain.

The weather is supposed to be crappy for all 3 of my days off. Same thing next weekend. The only good thing is that the weather people have no idea how to predict weather up here, so there's a pretty good chance that it won't really be raining next weekend.

It was a very bad subway karma day. Some days, I walk through the turnstile (I just learned that it's not turnstyle - crazy) just as a subway pulls into the station and if I have to transfer, I hit every train. The best is when you're on a local train but really wanted an express, and at one of the stops, an express train is waiting across the platform.

Today was not one of those days. I walked into the first station just as an express was leaving and had to settle for a local. When I went to transfer, it turned out that the train I needed wasn't stopping at that station. I went upstairs to catch a different train and missed one by seconds. I waited for another one over 15 minutes before I decided to leave the station to figure out another way to get to where I was going. When I finally got to Brooklyn, the GPS on my phone led me in the wrong direction (ah, technology), which cost me another 15 minutes. I ended up being 45 minutes late to brunch with my friend.

Well, she's not really a friend. She's my most recent ex, if you can call her that. A story for another time...