A Long Day

Friday, 13 March 2009

Well, yesterday was fun. Arrived at work wearing - shock horror - heels, because I had a meeting and wanted to be able to look the guy in the eye (I'm quite vertically challenged; or just a shortarse, depending on your view!). 

All went well, and I finished work at the normal time in the evening and headed to central London for a lecture by a guy who's working in a similar field to my own. I imagine there might be some crossover between our research at some point, so I wanted to go along. It was fascinating, as was the ceiling of the building, which had signs of the Zodiac lit up in tiny bulbs. Beautiful. 

Post-lecture, I tottered off on my high heels, arrived at the station just as it was closing, and hopped on a train. All went smoothly until I got to the other end, where I have to catch a bus home. Arriving at the bus stop just in time, I pulled myself tiredly up the steps and gave my ticket to the driver. A conversation ensued: 

Him: "You know we don't go to K------ at this time?" 

Me: "What?" 

Him: "The 21.45 and the 23.45 go to K-------. This is the 22.45, which only goes to Y-----. You'll have to wait an hour for the bus to K-------." 

Me: "But... ohhh...." 

Luckily, the nice bus driver let me sit on his bus all the way to Y---- and back, then all the way home. So essentially, I got two hour-long bus rides for the price of one, but at least I was warm and had WiFi. 

Needless to say, I arrived home at past midnight feeling not entirely energetic. Collapsed into bed, and the alarm went off five minutes later. Or so it seemed. Now I'm on the morning bus, aware that I'm going to spend far too much money on caffeine today. 

The lecture was worth it though, and the walk back from the bus stop in the dark, misty night was absolutely beautiful.