I left the work early on Friday.
Aug. 20th, 2007 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguySo, Friday I got to leave the office an hour early so I could go to a radiology clinic to get my chest x-rays.
I get to wati 15 minutes for the shuttle, which is driven by the worst guy ever. He sped up, he slammed on the brakes, I think the person I got a ride with was still screaming at him when I left.
Anyway, I get onto the highway, and it's SLOW. Very slow. I figure, I'll hop onto the QEW and sneak around and go to the office at Eglington and Erin Mills. I peel off the highway, and dial the office.
Closed.
So, the other one is on Winston Churchill, which is theoretically just a few blocks up/over.
Of course, now I have another problem. Supercar's almost out of gas (well, diesel). My 'low fuel' gauge has been blinking, and now it's showing I have exactly .5 a litre of fuel available. I goad it to the clinic, and get a lovely dose of x-rays. I go out to the car, after confirming the only diesel station is up Winston Churchill, and drive up the road. It's the longest three kilometres I've ever driven.
Finally, I get to my Shell station. Pull in and… There's pylons in front of the diesel pumps. Crap. I COULD get out and ask, but fuck it. After a certain amount of tricky driving (and one stomach churning wait at a red light, Supercar's engine disengaged so it doesn't burn those few precious vapours of fuel), I pull into the kitty-corner Esso (boo!) and get me some gas. Success! Since I was running low as well as Supercar, I got a bag of Doritos. Sure, it would be better to just put a gun in my mouth, but I am a weak man.
I get to wati 15 minutes for the shuttle, which is driven by the worst guy ever. He sped up, he slammed on the brakes, I think the person I got a ride with was still screaming at him when I left.
Anyway, I get onto the highway, and it's SLOW. Very slow. I figure, I'll hop onto the QEW and sneak around and go to the office at Eglington and Erin Mills. I peel off the highway, and dial the office.
Closed.
So, the other one is on Winston Churchill, which is theoretically just a few blocks up/over.
Of course, now I have another problem. Supercar's almost out of gas (well, diesel). My 'low fuel' gauge has been blinking, and now it's showing I have exactly .5 a litre of fuel available. I goad it to the clinic, and get a lovely dose of x-rays. I go out to the car, after confirming the only diesel station is up Winston Churchill, and drive up the road. It's the longest three kilometres I've ever driven.
Finally, I get to my Shell station. Pull in and… There's pylons in front of the diesel pumps. Crap. I COULD get out and ask, but fuck it. After a certain amount of tricky driving (and one stomach churning wait at a red light, Supercar's engine disengaged so it doesn't burn those few precious vapours of fuel), I pull into the kitty-corner Esso (boo!) and get me some gas. Success! Since I was running low as well as Supercar, I got a bag of Doritos. Sure, it would be better to just put a gun in my mouth, but I am a weak man.
