Ironc.

Today I was exhausted and slept in until about 11 (I had no classes today) I got up, got ready, threw some stuff in my back pack and left to catch the bus. I got to school and got ready to mix about 18, 100g batches of glaze, I needed to get this done by tomorrow morning at 9-ish because that's when the test firing for my class would be. I decided to stay later and not walk down to catch the 3:45pm ferry to Dartmouth, then catch the bus and get to work 20 minutes early. Instead I would shell out the cash and pay for a cab for once (they are so much faster) and thus I could spend more time on mixing glazes and finish. I lost track of time it was now 3:50pm and I needed to leave soon, so I could catch a cab and get to work on time. I left. I went to Superstore and got some cash out of the ATM (which cost me $1.50 extra because it wasn't my bank) and I called a cab. I waited. And waited. I called again. 40 minutes later my shift started and I wasn't there, I called to let them know that I would be late, but I wasn't sure how late. I was hungry, I haven't really eaten since 11am (I usually eat every 3-4 hours to keep my metabolism up) I had juice at 1pm but that doesn't really count. I searched my bag for that apple or pear that I put in my bag this morning, hmm, I guess I forgot to actually put them in my bag. I was in front of a grocery store and could get a salad or something, but if I got in and try to get through the line up, my cab would probably show up, and leave because I wasn't there. Sigh. I was so hungry. Even if I did have enough time to go in, I probably would be able to have enough time to eat it outside in the rain on that bench,before the cab came anyway. Maybe I'll grab something later. My cab finally shows up. I would've had enough time. Grumble.

So apparently there was something going on with his computer and the signal didn't show up until a few minutes before I saw him. He greeted me with "Hi. You've been waiting a while". Yeah. I explained that I was late for work now. He said that he would try to get me there as soon as he could "Where are you going?" I said I was going to Dartmouth "Oh no!" he said "There has been an accident on the bridge". So long story short we crawled on Barrington Street for 50 minutes just trying to get on the bridge. Once we got on the bridge I saw 5 cars piled up with cops, a tow truck, Elizabeth Chu (on her cell phone) from CTV News with a camera guy, and a firetruck. Shit, it looked so crazy there were cars underneath cars... I hope they all are okay (the drivers were gone before I got there). So I was an hour and twenty minutes late and I explained what happened to a manager and she that said it was okay because that was something I couldn't control, she was just glad I showed up. I got changed, bought a chocolate bar from the vending machine, that I didn't even like (gross milk chocolate) and ate it secretly while I worked. I worked 4 hours and 20 minutes so I only got an 15minute break, so I bought a chocolate milk and granola bar at 8:45. Not real food. I got home at 10:30pm-11-ish and I realised that I didn't even have to go through all of that.

I asked my instructor for that class as I was leaving, when he was doing the glaze test firings tomorrow, he replied "Oh, I'm not doing it tomorrow now, I'm doing them on Saturday". So I guess he was giving us 3 days instead of 2 to get the test tiles/glazes done and didn't notify us. So I guess I didn't have to stay late to mix and measure out all the ingredients to the milligram, so that it would be faster when I came in a 7 the next morning. So I could just sieve the mixes and add water and try to get that done and on the tiles before 9. I guess I could have walked down to the ferry when I planned to, (completely skip the bridge) caught the bus, made it to work 20 minutes early, ate a decent meal and not have been an hour and twenty minutes late. When I realised that, I laughed.

P.S. It turns out it was a 9 car pile up. Some cars were removed by the time I got there. Everyone was somehow okay. The cab driver was really nice and not the kind that just egnore you and turn the music up really loud. The cab only cost 7 dollars more that normal ($27). As I was getting out of the cab the driver said "wow. An hour we could have gotten from Halifax to Truro in that time". Ha ah ha ha ha! I could have gotten to a comletely different region.