It’s the eve of my super long weekend! Tomorrow is Canada Day (for those of you lovely readers who do not live in Canada) and my company is giving us Monday off as well (which I know is Independence Day), so let’s hope for beautiful weather and good times!
I had a post all ready about the “longest day of my life”, until I found out about my friend getting engaged. Now that’s all I’ve been able to think about. I’ve had dreams about EVERYONE getting engaged… it’s kind of getting ridiculous!!
But I’m determined to tell you all about my long day.
I learned three very important lessons Tuesday:
- Zoom in on Google maps
- Never ever underestimate Google maps
- Never forget your cell phone
I had a personal meeting Tuesday afternoon all the way on the other side of the city. When I found out about the meeting I thought I would Google map the best route to get there. Since I don’t have a car, I used the public transportation option. It found 4 possible routes. I picked the one that would get me there the fastest and cost me the least amount. Google estimated it would take 1 hr and 13 minutes.
Based on past experiences with Google, I assumed this was over estimated. Routes have never taken me as long as Google maps said it would. But to be safe, I thought I would leave a bit earlier.
This meeting was very important to me, so for days I prepared. I rehearsed what I would say, I studied everything I needed to know and I had many conversations with the boyfriend and the boyfriend’s parents on what I should say. I felt ready, well… as ready as I ever would be.
I could barely sleep Monday day, I was too nervous. I got up a bit early to get my outfit ready, I made sure I ate a good meal so that when I missed lunch I wouldn’t be too hungry later and I packed everything I could possibly need just in case! The boyfriend and I were in the car on our way to work, I had notes to study while I was in the passenger seat, when it came to me… I forgot my cell phone. It was too late to turn around. “It’s ok” I thought “I’ll survive.” We get to work, and everything was going well, until I started feeling like crap. I had a headache, my stomach was killing me… maybe it was the nerves, but I was not feeling too good.
I decided I would leave at noon, this way I had some time to feel better, calm down and make my way across the city to my meeting with lots of extra time. I walked over to the mall, got myself some Advil, bought myself a smoothie and took some cash out of the bank to cover the cost of transportation. Since I didn’t have my cell phone, the only form of time telling I had was my iPod, but my iPod it not very reliable. Sometimes the screen turns on and other times it blanks out. But I was in luck, it was working today, and I was way ahead of schedule. I was actually concerned I was going to be over an hour early.
I got on the first train heading south. Because it was the middle of the day, there was a ton of seating. I grabbed a seat, pulled out my notes and started reading. About 20 min later it was time to change trains going west. I still had about an hour and 45 minutes until I had to be there and I was already 20 minutes into the journey. I take the train all the way to the very end of the line (which was the only station with a washroom, but one stop passed where I needed to get off). I use the washroom to re-do my makeup, which only took about 5 minutes. I head down to the trains again to head one station east. Since I was running early, I decided to take a couple of minutes and wait for the next train and go over my notes while sitting on the bench. The next train arrives and I head over to the station where I was to catch a bus.
It was at this moment I realized that I really didn’t have that much time. So I start to panic just a little. I have no idea where the time went, and how I went from being an hour and a half ahead of schedule to only 45 minutes to get there. Thankfully the bus arrived a little early, and we were on our way. My iPod was still working, so I was able to see the time and it kept getting closer and closer to the time I needed to be at the meeting. Then the bus stopped (I know, I know… buses stop, but this time it wasn’t at a bus stop) and three cop cars zoom in front of the bus and stop traffic. O-M-G what the heck is going on. We sit there for 10 min. I now have about a half an hour to get there. Whatever the commotion was, it ended and we were back on the move.
I’ve never been to this place before via public transit, so I wasn’t entirely sure where I was supposed to go. I took very detailed notes on when to get off the bus and which direction to walk etc… and when the street that I was told to get off at came up, it didn’t look right. I was sitting at the back of the bus, so I get up and run to the front to ask the bus driver if this street was close to 123 street, he said no. WHAAAAAT?!?!?!?! I panicked. I had no idea where I was, thankfully the bus driver knew where I was and told me not to worry, I just need to stay on the bus another two stops. (Lesson 1: Zoom in on Google maps so I know EXACTLY where to get off). The nice bus driver proceeds to tell me which direction I need to walk in to get to the address I was looking for.
*Side note, it was probably about 30 degrees and I was wearing a pant suit with heals.
So I get off the bus and walk in the direction the bus driver told me. I was curious of the time since I knew I was pushing it close, so I pulled out my iPod, and what do I find? A blank screen. I have NO idea what time it is, so I start running. I get to the street (thank god) and turn onto it. I was looking for number 12 (or so I thought). The first building I see is 14, “Ok great” I thought “It’s the next building.” Well, there was no “next building” on that side of the street. And on the other side? 29-33…
So here I am, probably already late for this meeting, in a BLACK pant suit, wearing heals and carrying the largest binder of my life, running back and forth on this small street and I could not find number 12.
Luckily there was a post man driving a post truck, so I bravely stupidly jump in front of it waving my arms like a mad woman to get his attention. He barely noticed me in time and slams on his brakes (he didn’t look too happy). I run over to the window on the driver side, tears running down my face “Where is number 12?” I asked. He looks back at me like I’m the biggest idiot to ever exist and says “Number 12 doesn’t exist” and drives off… Holy S**T. I don’t have my phone to call or to find the right address, I’m pretty sure I’m late and I’m sweating more than I would in hot yoga.
So I turn around and try it one more time. This time I decided to read the small signs on the buildings and realized that this whole time I should have been looking for number 29. There it was, staring me right in the face. But since I assumed I was already late, I take my time and walk to find the front door. When I thought I found it, it wouldn’t open “JUST GREAT!” I yelled (in my head). But I kept walking, and I found another door. I walk in and ask to speak to the person I was meeting. There was no clock, so I still had no idea if I was late and if so, how late I was.
At this point I didn’t even want to have this meeting. I was embarrassed I was late, I was sweating buckets and I’m pretty sure my makeup was running down my face from both the sweat and the tears (by this point I was crying, but I certainly felt like it). As I’m standing there, gasping for a drink of water, I turn around and see their alarm system, it has a clock on it… and it was 2:35pm… I was 10 minutes EARLY!!!!!!! I could have hugged anyone at the moment, but realized I probably smelled so bad.
I was told to take a seat; she would be with me in a moment. I immediately ask for the bathroom, run over to it and rip off my suit jacket. I had 10 min to dry off and fix my makeup. I was a thinker that morning since I realized I packed my deodorant. YES! So I dab myself dry, fix up my makeup and flatten my hair. I walked out and I still had about 7 minutes to sit down, cool off and have a drink of water.
Lesson 2: Never ever underestimate Google maps, and give myself an entire day to get somewhere that should have taken an hour and 13 minutes.
The meeting went great!
As I was walking out, proud of myself, I realized I didn’t save any change for the bus back to the station. But since I was in a good mood, I decided to walk. On my walk to the station I saw GO trains in the distance and thought that maybe it was a GO station (since I needed to get to one anyway to get home, I thought this was perfect). So I walk towards these trains, which took me through a construction site, and I realized that it was actually a train repair station. Well, since I already walked this far, I didn’t want to turn around. I saw lights up ahead and a bus drive by, so I knew I was near a main road. I walk for another 15 minutes and I was right. But I still had the issue of having no change. As I got closer to the street I saw a sign for a Tim Hortons, my savior. I get the change I need and an iced coffee and I’m set.
I got on the next bus to the station (the station I got off at originally to fix my makeup). I was so happy at this point. I was on my way home, I knew this station on a GO train station nearby and the meeting went great. But I had no idea what time it was. We pulled into the station and I make my way over to the GO station. When I got there the doors were locked. The sign said that it was closed until 4:30pm. What the heck was the time?!?! I swore it was at least 5pm.
Remember how I forgot my cell phone? Well, I needed to call the boyfriend to find out if he could pick me up at the station closest to home. I had exactly $.50 on me in change, and apparently that’s the new cost of public phones (I remember they used to cost only $.25). So I make my one phone call, and guess what I got, his voicemail, and the stupid phone ate my money. I left him a voicemail letting him know I was at the station, but I had no idea what the time was and I had no idea when I would be at the station near home. I told him not to meet me there and I would just walk (it would have been impossible to find him anyway). What felt like 3 hours later, the station opens up and I go and wait on the platform. And what felt like another hour, the train shows up.
I finally made it somewhat close to home. I was still on my pride high, and I start walking. I then realized I have no idea how to get home from the station. So I follow everyone else who looks like they are walking home and I find a pathway that seemed like the right direction. Since the boyfriend and I go for a ton of runs around the area, as soon as I walked through the pathway I had an idea where I was and proceeded to walk home. I get onto our street and the boyfriend pulls up beside me to drive me the rest of the way. I was so relieved, my feet were killing me. I got into the car and looked at the time and it was ONLY 5:20pm… ok seriously, what the heck? How was time NOT MOVING today?!?! I could have sworn it was closer to 7pm (at least that’s how I felt).
Since it was so early, we made it in time for our first bootcamp session of the summer. I think because I sweat out EVERYTHING I ate that day (which was only breakfast), the scale at bootcamp told me I lost another 3 pounds. I think I’m going to put on a pant suit every day and go for a run!!
Lesson 3: Never forget your cell phone because most of this day could have been avoided.
I’m exhausted just thinking about the day. That or this post took forever to write! (Sorry 🙂 Hope you stuck around for the whole thing)