i’m not saying Dude was Right that I
Oct. 4th, 2018 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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i’m not saying Dude was Right that I should’ve worn a car to work today but that was a goddamn miserable commute and the wind broke my umbrella so I’m sopping wet and sulky.
I need a waterproof backpack and some tips on how to make a raincoat hood fucking stay up on my head as hoods are clearly not designed for you to have a 38″ braid coiled up onto the back of your head which honestly why not that is a perfectly normal thing to do hmph.
(Clips? Do I clip the hood? What do I clip it to? How can I make this work? Holding a hood up with one hand is miserable because most raincoat sleeves are designed for you to be holding your arms downward, and so if you hold your arm upward they funnel water up to your elbow very neatly, which I Did Not Enjoy.)
I was prepared for, and in fact did get, soaked to the knees, but I also got soaked to the upper thigh, which I wasn’t quite so prepared for, so now I’m in dry leggings and a wet dress, with my socks wrung out and hanging to dry and my shoes stuffed with newspaper.
I may need a ride on the walk home, or I may just have to not be a pussy. I’ll get this right one of these times. Anyway, it’ll be winter soon, so I won’t at least have to deal with the fact that it’s 75 degrees and humid as fuck so I’m soaked through from sweat too. Gross.
Also in the heavy rain I made a wrong turn and had to go an extra block and come back to find the correct cross-street. But it did make crossing the big street exciting, as the rain started to bucket down right then and I wasn’t quite at the light when it turned and the entire curb was under about a foot of water so I had to spring like a gazelle with my golf umbrella fully extended. Very exciting, not at all dull, much more exciting than sitting in construction traffic on Main St in fucking Williamsville, so, I genuinely mean that.
AND, an adulting triumph: I made an appointment to get my car an oil change tomorrow so I can drop it off and revel in my freedom of not having to pick it up, ha ha. Except for the complication: I think they close at 5 so I might have to leave early to go pick it up which is slightly annoying. I’ll have to verify that somehow. I could probably get it Saturday morning but I would really really really rather have a little more freedom with my departure time.
My watch says I went 3100 steps; it said 300 when I left the house, so. It also claims 1.6 miles, and Google Maps says the wrong-turn way I went is 1.5, so it’s not really that far off.
Hm, yet again Tumblr won’t let me post this with tags, so, sorry y’all.
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i’m not saying Dude was Right that I should’ve worn a car to work today but that was a goddamn miserable commute and the wind broke my umbrella so I’m sopping wet and sulky.
I need a waterproof backpack and some tips on how to make a raincoat hood fucking stay up on my head as hoods are clearly not designed for you to have a 38″ braid coiled up onto the back of your head which honestly why not that is a perfectly normal thing to do hmph.
(Clips? Do I clip the hood? What do I clip it to? How can I make this work? Holding a hood up with one hand is miserable because most raincoat sleeves are designed for you to be holding your arms downward, and so if you hold your arm upward they funnel water up to your elbow very neatly, which I Did Not Enjoy.)
I was prepared for, and in fact did get, soaked to the knees, but I also got soaked to the upper thigh, which I wasn’t quite so prepared for, so now I’m in dry leggings and a wet dress, with my socks wrung out and hanging to dry and my shoes stuffed with newspaper.
I may need a ride on the walk home, or I may just have to not be a pussy. I’ll get this right one of these times. Anyway, it’ll be winter soon, so I won’t at least have to deal with the fact that it’s 75 degrees and humid as fuck so I’m soaked through from sweat too. Gross.
Also in the heavy rain I made a wrong turn and had to go an extra block and come back to find the correct cross-street. But it did make crossing the big street exciting, as the rain started to bucket down right then and I wasn’t quite at the light when it turned and the entire curb was under about a foot of water so I had to spring like a gazelle with my golf umbrella fully extended. Very exciting, not at all dull, much more exciting than sitting in construction traffic on Main St in fucking Williamsville, so, I genuinely mean that.
AND, an adulting triumph: I made an appointment to get my car an oil change tomorrow so I can drop it off and revel in my freedom of not having to pick it up, ha ha. Except for the complication: I think they close at 5 so I might have to leave early to go pick it up which is slightly annoying. I’ll have to verify that somehow. I could probably get it Saturday morning but I would really really really rather have a little more freedom with my departure time.
My watch says I went 3100 steps; it said 300 when I left the house, so. It also claims 1.6 miles, and Google Maps says the wrong-turn way I went is 1.5, so it’s not really that far off.
Hm, yet again Tumblr won’t let me post this with tags, so, sorry y’all.
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