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So... today went well. Or as well as things could go when the buses completely refuse to cooperate. Freaking 'a, it took me more than three hours to get there. Three hours! It was supposed to take two at the most. In fact, the CTA said it would take me an hour and a half to 45 minutes. So I gave myself two and a half hours. And so I was half an hour late. Thankfully they were pretty forgiving, but OMG. Cubs game somehow delayed the red line by twenty minutes downtown. Downtown! I don't understand. That's not where Wrigley field is at all. And then the bus I needed was late, because apparently Pace buses are tardy in ways even the CTA can't manage. And then the bus didn't go where it was supposed to and dropped everyone off at this freaking mall, because apparently Pace also pwns the CTA at not following routes. And so... yeah. Grrr! But like I said, after that things went okay. I think I did decently on the tests (not great, I'm sure, since I took my time on them). I only made a few wince-worthy errors (like forgetting one of the interviewer's names). I have hope. Though the thought of the commute every day, even for a month and a half, makes me want to cry.
Also... my feet are a wreck. I hate shoes. (Well, I don't hate my sneakers. Much. Sometimes.) Yesterday I wore my brown ones that I hadn't worn in a while, and they either shrunk or my feet grew or I glossed over the painful memory of what they do to my feet (I fear it's the latter). Soooo they tore the backs of my heels all to heck, and then today I had to wear my black shoes, which have straps that go right over the damage area. Not cool. Very painful, in fact. But I finally got to use the bandaids I've had in my bookbag since junior year of high school. (Usually I make it a habit not to abuse my feet like this. I owe them now.)
Also... my feet are a wreck. I hate shoes. (Well, I don't hate my sneakers. Much. Sometimes.) Yesterday I wore my brown ones that I hadn't worn in a while, and they either shrunk or my feet grew or I glossed over the painful memory of what they do to my feet (I fear it's the latter). Soooo they tore the backs of my heels all to heck, and then today I had to wear my black shoes, which have straps that go right over the damage area. Not cool. Very painful, in fact. But I finally got to use the bandaids I've had in my bookbag since junior year of high school. (Usually I make it a habit not to abuse my feet like this. I owe them now.)
