I’ve slept a few hours. Like 11-ish to 2-ish. Ish.
I’m not the kind of person who can spend an evening in a clusterfuck of epic proportion, come home, eat pizza and salad, throw back a few cocktails, and then sleep like the dead. No.
How I wish I was.
Without going into detail, because that would be the dullest 2000 words anyone’s ever written, I’ll just say some things.
You’re never too old to learn.
It’s never too late to decide you won’t do that again.
I do not function well in chaos.
Like an airport without gates.
Like an interstate without signs.
Like a building where the room numbers are random.
Like urgent care without check-in or doors.
Can you imagine if you went to the license branch, but there was no order, and no signage? Imagine line after line of confusion, impatience, and disorder.
Imagine that, but with about 400 people, and the air-conditioning on the fritz.
For three hours.
Standing in line after line after line.
Now imagine people cutting, or holding positions in several lines, making the lines longer for everyone else.
There was a man behind me, maybe 3-4 people back. He’d obviously come from work, and he was noticeably late for Happy Hour. You could just see it in his eyes. When a woman said to me, “We held spots in both lines and sent the kids back and forth,” his whole face burned scarlet with a flash of violence.
There were seven lines, and only two of us.
Some people were kind and helpful, but not enough to ease the insanity of the situation.
People were so…ugh.
“No, you’re the first person to sing that to me. Wow. I did not even know there was a song about my name. Please, do sing the whole thing,” said No One, Ever.
My anxiety hugged me like the humidity.
I love policy and procedure. Anarchy is not my friend.
Oh sure, it has its place, as some kind of ideological construct, but it’s not my friend.
I will never subject myself to that again.
Okay, so the name thing is inevitable, but the rest of it, I can avoid.
It’s all in how you look at it, so, Gee, what a great learning experience that was!
I cannot remember the last time I was so happy to get into my car and drive home. Stop signs — how nice. Traffic lane demarcation — lovely. My home — so cool and orderly. My family — so compliant to basic social graces. My loveseat — so comfy.
I’m glad I got a few hours of sleep. I only have 65,000 things to do today.
Maybe I’ll start with a nap.