I’m tempted to skip blogging today but I’m not sure I’ll be able to blog tomorrow, and I have things I need to say. I’m writing about My Day including major and a minor idiot stories, volunteering at WFUV, spending my first night at my new apartment, and therapy. I’m operating on not much sleep, so this might prove interesting.
Today was WFUV‘s one day pledge drive. I’m supposed to be there at 6 AM. That made it a perfect opportunity to try out the new apartment, Beruthiel just left for the summer. I knew it would be easier to get to WFUV from there than City Island, but I didn’t realize how easy. The fastest route is walking; it’s a little over a mile away. That let me sleep half an hour later. Jane drove me over last night. I brought a few things including my computer but realized that I should go right to sleep. I couldn’t so I ended up using the computer. That let me know that I got the Wi-Fi password right. This and that kept me up till after midnight and I set my alarm for 5. I woke up at 4:30. I hate that. I had to go to the bathroom and after that getting to sleep would not be worth it. Thus, the lack of sleep. I will blame the idiot stories on that.
I go to the station but not quite as early as I wanted to. After I was out of the building I realize I forgot something and had to go back. I didn’t remember what it was till just now. It was my windbreaker. It was cool, I needed to wear it. I entered the Fordham campus at an entrance I had never used before. Hardly anyone uses it, it’s not near much of anything. It’s a pedestrian entrance across the street from the Botanical Gardens. It’s there because it’s where the Fordham Prep students come in.
I explained to the guard I was going to the station and pointed to where it says WFUV on my windbreaker. He let me in. I made it all the way to Fordham Prep when he shouted to me; “Do you have ID?” I had to walk all the way back to the street where I gave him my driver’s license. He copied down my info. That took care of getting there early like I like the first day of a drive, so I can get up to spec. Spec this time meant new phones that I had to learn how to use. I then taught all the volunteers.
I didn’t take any calls, I spent the day supervising. There were lots of new people and the new phones to deal with. At one point I had to go to the reception area to ask Linda or Janeen something. I was preoccupied. I was looking down at my phone or perhaps papers. There is a glass wall and a glass door between the hall and the reception area. I turned at the door pushed it without looking up to walk in. Too bad I wasn’t at the door but at the glass wall. My nose made ever contact. I drew blood. I had to ice it. It still hurts and there’s still a bump on it. Linda and Janeen were nice and didn’t break out laughing. If Jim and seen it, he would have. He laughed when I told him about it. I thought about My Gentle Readers getting a laugh and that made it feel better.
I left in time to make the 12:25 train from the Fordham Station, up to therapy. I made it most of the way when I realized that was the time I leave City Island. What wanted was the 1:25 train. Have I mentioned that I’m an idiot? Everyone said, “I thought you left” when I came back.
Therapy was productive. It unstuck some of my paralysis. I did laundry today in preparation for leaving for good on Sunday or Monday. I have to pack, that sets up an entire menagerie of anxiety. My biggest accomplishment was discussing the timetable with Jane.
I screwed up on the bus back to the train station. I was distracted reading something and didn’t reach to signal for a stop till the last minute. Then I realized there was no fast way to signal so we zoomed right by it. People always get off there but not today. There were two others that wanted to get off and they were paying attention but didn’t signal when the automatic announcement said we were coming to the train station. They thought it didn’t look right. We had to walk back from the next stop. It wasn’t too far.
I had some time before the train and decided to stop at Dunkin’ Donuts. I used my phone app to order the new specialty donut, chocolate cake dough. I love the mobile ordering; you order, say you are coming, and when you get in it’s waiting for you. You keep money in your account, so it is paid for when you order. At least that’s the theory. When I arrived, there was no donut waiting for me. I was told that they were out of all donuts but plain. Dunkin Donuts was out of donuts. I obviously expected my money back as I had already paid. That was not obvious to the person working there. She seemed to think that I’d just walk away with nothing after paying. I told her I needed a refund. She was at a total loss. She felt the need to call the manager. I didn’t have that much time before my train was due. She came back, and you know what the manager told her? That she should give me a refund. She knew how to do that. On the app if you don’t mobile order you can still pay with the app. A QR code comes up that is scanned. All she had to do was scan that with the register set for refund. She still didn’t understand that this was the obvious thing to do. I don’t know what she thought would happen when I got there. I have to remember to call DD to complain.
I was going to write about immigration but I’m too tired. Unfortunately, it will remain current. I just put the idea in my ideas bin. It’s good. Now to post this and maybe watch some Doctor Who.
Wise Madness 