When your job decides to take a dump on you, your usual reaction might be to inflict the same on the next salesperson/waiter/idiot/innocent passerby. My job dropped a huge deuce on me today, which kind of sucked considering I was on day three of a stomach bug. When I was finally able to leave at 7:25 pm (and I’d been there since 8:20 am), it was frozen outside and blowing snow. My bus from Union Station decided to keep me waiting out in the freezingness for half an hour, so I didn’t get home till 8:30ish.
However, I made a friend on the way home! You don’t know how rare this is. While waiting for the bus, I had this entirely delightful conversation with an endearing GW grad student. We talked about where we lived (three blocks from each other), where we came from, what we liked about DC… It was just such a nice way to end the (crap-ass) day. We get so wrapped up in our jobs, our errands, in the minutiae of our lives that we forget how to connect with our fellow man. It isn’t the job or the dry cleaning or the fact that I missed Duelo de Pasiones tonight. The connection is all that really matters.