What a Waste of Time?

I start my new job today, but that's really not what I'm writing about.

I actually don't start for another two hours, but had to get up at the crack of dawn to carpool with Luke. I had the craziest dream that I was on a deadline, and had to be ready in an hour. So when I finally wake up from this dream, I think it's time to get up since my dream has been telling me that I should be ready in an hour. But when I look at the clock, it is 4am. B...u...m...m...e...r! I set my alarm for 5:45 and couldn't for the life of me get back to sleep.

So when I found myself with two hours of free time before heading to work, I decided taking the bus to Coffman would be just the thing for me. I could surf the web, and even nap on one of the many couches that are a little less full during the summertime.

However, as I am literally sprawling out on the couch I have found in the back, some dude plops himself down at the piano! I mean, there are more than just me in Coffman taking naps on the couches, and I'm sure they all wanted some peace and quiet this fine morning. What made it worse, was that he wasn't even good. He was just plunking on the keys like a socially inept bum.

And then minutes later, further evidence came about to PROVE that he was a lame-o.

His phone rang, and what sounded like his girlfriend was calling him. The first thing he says into the phone, "Are you mad at me?"

What a chump.

"Oh, I thought you were mad at me..."

Groan.

"Okay...you're sure you're not mad at me?"

What a waste of time.

So now instead of taking a much needed nap, I am awake, and he is no where to be found, probably blabbering on about how he thinks she was mad at him, and she is assuring him she's not...although we all know that she is. And the piano remains quiet but the damage has been done.

I'll probably write about work later, and I'm sure that will be much more educational.