I have had a horrible day thus far. When I got up at 9am this morning, it was raining, but I dragged myself out of bed nonetheless determined to get into the city and find something to do. I figured if nothing else, I could go check out a museum or some such. Careful not to forget my camera this time, I loaded up everything and made my way to the bus stop under a bit of newspaper to try and remain just a little dry. Upon reaching the bus stop, I reached in my pocket for my cigarettes and, lo and behold... no cigarettes. See, cigarettes in New York cost 5 billion dollars a pack, so this pained me, but not as much as walking back through the pouring rain.
I got into the city and hit the ol' internet cafe for some morning LJ reading before embarking through the city. I spent about three hours goofing off and had a nice phone conversation with my adopted grandmother (grandmother of my friend Robin). I then get a phone call from my company informing me that they had received a complaint about where my truck was parked and that if I didn't move it, it would be towed at my expense.
Let's forget about the fact that there has never been a problem with me parking there before, but why is this just being brought to my attention after I have been parked there for seveteen hours?
So then I had to catch a bus back out to Totowa, which wasn't for another hour. I moved the truck and caught another bus back into the city. Now it's 4:30 in the afternoon, I've already spent 20 bucks on transportation and haven't done a damn thing.
On the brighter side of things though, the sun is out and it's a beautiful day. And I was able to grab that pack of smokes out of the truck. I'm headed for the Village to rummage around in record stores and maybe get some dinner in Chinatown.
