This day didn’t start out the best. For some reason my schedule was entirely messed up. I was signed up for a shift that I didn’t plan for, but a new volunteer needed me to train her so I decided to push back my original schedule and stay. Since I had originally planned to take an afternoon nap, I couldn’t after changing my schedule and needed to have a coffee to make up for my 3 hours of sleep last night. During my afternoon shift, I had shortness of breath, palpitations, and tachycardia for almost an entire hour. I was feeling very unwell, but I finished my shift.
It was during lunch that I found out I forgot about a meeting that I set with a friend a few weeks ago, I had forgotten to put it into my google calendar, and I ended up booking another meeting during that time in Ancaster today. To make things worse, I also narrowly missed the 5C bus going to Ancaster (it came 3 minutes early) and had to take a $25 Uber. That’s my entire weekly expense gone.
It was in Ancaster, I ran to catch the bus back to Hamilton. Now, most know that the Ancaster bus system is very sparse, there is only one bus route and the bus only comes once every hour on Saturdays (NO bus on Sundays), if it weren’t for my friend’s request, I would not have come on a weekend.
The bus I was running for passed by me. I was 10 meters away from the stop. I was waving to the driver, but he just drove on. I knew rationally it wasn’t the driver’s fault or my friend’s fault, but I found myself feeling anger. It was late, I was alone on the street, and I was tired and freezing. I think this whole day of chaos just caught up to me, and this last missed bus trigger everything.
“If only that friend didn’t ask me to meet in Ancaster? What was he thinking? He knows how inconvenient the bus is here, and he still asked me to make this trip. He’s so inconsiderate and needy.”
I checked my phone to see if there is any possibility for me to walk to another stop a few blocks away and catch the returning route (the bus route in Ancaster is a loop). The map showed that I needed 12 minutes to walk to the stop, but the next bus reaches there in 8 minutes.
I started walking, not having high hopes at all.
“How could that bus driver have not seen me? I’m wearing a bright red coat and running towards the stop. Can’t he have a little more heart and think about how cold it is outside and how long I would have to wait for the next bus?”
Maybe if I run I can catch it. I tried, but the boots are so heavy, and I was already feeling so unwell from the lack of sleep and the coffee.
“I’m feeling so tired and overwhelmed today, and no one seems to notice or appreciate me.”
It was either stand in one place and wait, or keep walking.
It was freezing cold, so I kept walking. At least it will keep me warmer.
I started to think about the more positive sides of the situation. I remember in BMS we used to talk about how things are only good or bad when they are labelled by us. Perhaps there is a silver lining somewhere in the darkening sky.
At least I’m getting my steps in. I’ll definitely reach my steps goal for carrot rewards today. I wonder if I can meditate while walking. I remembered the last time I did the walking exercise in class. That experience was nothing like I’ve ever felt. I’m not too sure about experiencing that again in this empty street.
I’ll keep walking. If I miss the bus again, I’ll just walk to the 5A bus stop.
Maybe I can read an article on my phone. But it’s too cold. My fingers will freeze.
As a habit, I pulled out the transit app again to see if I missed the bus yet. I can see the intersection right up front.
Next bus in 0 minutes.
There was a roundabout ring before me. It just so happens a surge of cars just rushed in. I ran to the intersection, there were pedestrian signs but 3 consecutive cars passed without letting me by. I can see the bus reaching the roundabout.
Finally the fourth car stopped to let me through. At the same time, the bus also entered the roundabout.
The bus passed by right in front of me as I was trying to reach the other side. And 2 cars followed tightly after it, not giving me any gaps to squeeze through and get to the bus stop just 10 meters away. I was tempted to just barge in front of those drivers and force them to brake their car.
But the bus stopped.
I think the driver must have seen me trying to get across the roundabout. And other than the bus stop, there really isn’t any other reason that I would cross the intersection. In the end, because I caught the return bus, I actually got home 30 minutes earlier than I would have.
I’m really glad I just kept walking.