Thursday, June 18, 2009

Raindrops keep falling, part two

Some of you may remember the last time I blogged about "raindrops." Well, I had another incident, but this time I was minding my own business (just not very well).

In an attempt to be frugal and green, I decided to solely use public transportation when I visited the DC area to hunt for housing and square away job details. I went to wmata.com and planned my metro commute to New Teacher Orientation allowing myself a comfortable time cushion. Everything was going so smoothly, until I found myself at the Pentagon Blue Line stop when I should have been on the Orange line.

Somehow I missed that I needed to pay attention to which train I was getting on at Metro Center as the blue and orange lines share a track. I wasn't concerned because I had allowed myself a comfortable time cushion, right? Right. However, when I got off the metro and walked to the bus stop, I realized that I hadn't thought my comfortable time cushion all the way through.

My bus only ran once every hour, and I had just missed it. Bummer. So, I decided to walk. I walked and walked and walked. Then I started to get a bit nervous. What if I was walking the wrong direction? So I called Chelsea and she found my nearest intersection on the map and assured me that I was less than half a mile from my destination. What a relief.

I walked just a bit further and was pleased to see the familiar building. Walking in just 10 minutes later than I had hoped to be there (but still on time - thanks to that comfortable time cushion), I was "glistening" from my brisk walk on a warm, humid, summer day in Virginia. I quickly made a bee line to the restroom to freshen up before I checked in for my orientation.

I signed in, found my name tag, and stood in line to turn in my paperwork. As I got to the front of the line and handed my 2 forms of identification to the HR employee, I heard a raindrop fall from my face right onto my name tag. Yes, my name ran a little bit.


Post script:
I was successful in finding a place to call home. I took a few pictures, but I should have taken more. Here are a few so you can imagine where I'll be writing from in just over a month.


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