I'm essentially a week away from being done with this semester/year of grad school - hooray!!
But that means that this week, I'm still crazy and don't have time to post much. I will, however, give a run down of yesterday for your enjoyment.
Halfway through the work day, a coworker hands me a letter, asks if I think it looks "sparkly," then informs me it did NOT go through the usual inspection it should have and that he found it rather suspicious.
After he hands it to me.
Sooo - 2:00pm: receive possible anthrax exposure.
4:35 pm: Head to class - late, as usual.
4:40pm: First set of escalators to the metro train: broken
4:50pm: have to switch trains and find that the second set of escalators I have to take are: also broken
5:00pm: get off metro, realize I didn't bring anything to eat, so I stop at a street vendor and buy animal crackers and Ritz with peanut butter. For dinner.
5:20pm: I'm sitting in class and bite into the animal crackers, realizing: they are terrible. Possibly poisonous. Should go nicely inside my body with the possible anthrax from earlier. I have to throw them away, thus I'm down to "dinner" being -- Ritz with peanut butter.
7:45pm: finally able to leave class and need to somehow sprint in the cold half a mile away to meet up with friends.
7:46pm: my classmate graciously offers a ride with her boyfriend who is picking her up and will be driving close to where my friends are.
7:47pm: classmate informs me the ride is a van with no seats.
7:48pm: I'm riding through D.C. perched in my work clothes on top of a stereo speaker in the back of a van.
7:50pm: I meet up with my friends and instantly report that I just hitched a ride there, on top of a stereo speaker in the back of a van. I'm very pleased with myself. My friends are vaguely confused but not surprised.
10:00pm: Friends and I head home and on the walk back to the metro, have a rousing conversation about how pedestrians in D.C. need to watch for cars even if said pedestrians have the right of way.
10:10pm: My friend Laura finishes ranting about how if a car hits her while she has the right of way, it serves them right and they can pay for her funeral. She then starts to cross the street, stops last minute and says "ugh, I don't have enough time on the walk sign to make it afterall."
Two cars ram each other full speed in the intersection we are looking at.
I know, right??
Now, by this point, I'm getting fairly used to being first on the scene of accidents as I mentioned here. So I jog over to the car full of people frantically trying to get out because the car is smoking (and, as shown here, I tend to run toward danger, rather than away...cuz I'm smart like that....) and I'm simultaneously pulling out my phone to call 911 while mechanically cooing at the two girls now sitting down on the asphalt, freaking out. "mm hmm, you're ok honey....um...you're going to be fine, yada yada...." (Kidding, it was more heartfelt than that but this whole scene is starting to feel very routine...)
Thankfully, no one was really hurt, just shaken up. And since me and my friends didn't really see how the accident happened, we leave and continue on, now a bit jumpy ourselves.
So Laura heads one way, and my other friend Sean and I head to the metro. And the train stops and we start to get on -- and only half the door will open to let us in.
What is up with tonight?
I finally get to my stop where I get in my car to drive the rest of the way home, and as I'm heading over a bridge, I see a car swerve around something in their lane and I realize it's a big orange construction barrel. No sign of construction. Just one big random barrel on its side. Why not.
I reach into my purse to report it - and realize my phone is still in my coat pocket from the last incident...
I finally get home and get ready for bed, trying to think positively about having a short work week and the semester being nearly over.
I just hope the light I see at the end of the tunnel isn't just another car turning into oncoming traffic.....