2002-02-26 - 5:58 p.m.
It's funny that 10 minutes can make a world of difference in morning traffic.
Today I joined chains of Eastern-suburbanites rolling painfully along on the freeway to the city.
There was a heeler at the back of an ute- it fell back everytime the vehicle moved.
There was a fat man smoking in his white car.
I had my red dress on and felt like shit.
I looked at the time every 10 seconds.
Fuck. I was late and I had sunflower-hair.
The bus lane was tempting, but I knew someone who had a friend who received a $600 fine for driving in the bus lane.
The job isn't worth $600.
The hours seemed to slow down as the day went by.
The morning passed the way I liked it to - unnoticeably and feathery.
The after-lunch dip was tedious.
I was developing a rash (a heinous reaction to dust at work, or walnuts, the doctor couldn't say for sure).
By 4, I was out of there, and looked like the elephant man.
I had to dart out, just so I could avoid a million questions and further embarassment at my sorry plight.
The doctor's prescribtion - antihistamine, calamine lotion, cold showers, and no scratching.
