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trishkitI am safely ensconced at my sister's place.
My journey was a combination of awful/wonderful.
10:00 am - I decide to pop out to the bank around the corner to grab some cash for the taxi I was planning to take to the train station (train departing at 12:30 pm).
10:01 am - I realize that I have lost my bank card (for the first time since 1992).
10:10 am - Revisit the Harvey's restaurant that was my last stop yesterday.
10:15 am - After the Harvey's staff helpfully produced forgotten bank cards from two different banks along with various other credit cards, I give up and head towards my bank (it is, after all, just around the corner).
10:20 am - Discover that my bank is completely gutted and closed for renovations.
10:22 am - I retreat to my apartment to plan my next course of action.
10:24 am - I log on to my bank's website and discover that, even though I live in downtown Ottawa, none of the neighbourhood banks are open on a Saturday.
10:25 am - I broaden the search and discover a bank located a 15 minute walk away (important since I don't have cash for a taxi right now).
10:27 am - I scurry away as fast as my stumpy little legs will take me.
10:37 am - I make awesome time and enter the bank and line up at the Help Desk.
10:40 am - The bank is quite busy, so a girl at the Teller's window is also taking care of the Help Desk clients. She beckons me over. I humiliatingly burst into tears and manage to choke out "I lost my bank card".
10:41 am - Kind Bank Lady tells me to take a seat in her office and she will take care of it. I mop up my tears and feel like a complete idiot.
10:42 am - Kind Bank Lady enters office and I say, "I'm not crying because of the card -- I'm lame but I'm not that lame". Kind Bank Lady kindly says that she didn't think so and we get down to business.
10:48 am - In no time flat I am the possessor of a shiny new bank card and Kind Bank Lady kindly goes to withdraw cash for me, even though I assured her that I was more than happy to do it myself.
10:50 am - Cash in hand I am out the door after thanking Kind Bank Lady profusely. I burst into tears again as I hurry back home thinking of her kindness.
11:00 am - I can see my apartment building, but decide to pop into the local bookstore (just to test out my new bank card, of course).
11:10 am - New bank card works perfectly (thank you Kind Bank Lady) and I return to my apartment to grab my luggage.
11:12 am - I bid a tearful goodbye to my cat and depart.
11:15 am - I climb into the taxi that is outside of my door (it is so nice to live in a building that is surrounded my hotels).
11:17 am - Taxi driver is chatty and we talk about what a wonderful city Ottawa is. I choke up thinking of leaving it, but manage not to embarass myself by crying.
11:30 am - I enter the Train station and line up at the ticket counter.
11:35 am - After eyeing the hordes of people waiting for the train I decide to go for the gusto and buy a first class ticket.
11:40 am - I enter the First Class lounge and relax in the quiet atmosphere.
12:15 pm - I and my priviledged brethren board the train and take our seats. I am happy to discover that I don't have a neighbour and delighted when the Steward informs the distinguished looking older gentleman (wearing a suit complete with a red silk pocket square) across the aisle that our car only has 16 passengers for the trip.
12:30 pm - The train pulls out of the station. I get misty.
1:30 pm - The Steward patrols the aisle offering complementary beverages.
1:40 pm - The Steward shows me the menu and asks me to make a selection between beef, turbot or duck.
2:00 pm - The Steward offers us hot towels.
2:10 pm - The appetiser is served.
2:15 pm - Wine is served.
2:30 pm - The entree is served. I enjoy my beef dish immensely (sorry Aunt Lavinia). I enjoy the Strawberry Chocolate Mousse Cake even more.
3:00 pm - I alternately read, doze and look out the window. I am very thankful that the car is almost completely quiet, since I have discovered that my MP3 player is broken.
4:30 pm - The train arrives at Union Station.
4:40 pm - The subway arrives just as I step on to the platform.
5:10 pm - I arrive at Yorkdale and walk to the bus station.
5:15 pm - I buy my ticket and discover that the next bus is just arriving. I had been planning on taking the 6pm bus, but I decide to hop on this one as I have to wait until 8pm to be picked up by my mom no matter what bus I take.
6:10 pm - I arrive in Barrie and settle in for a long wait.
8:25 pm - Mom and George finally arrive (they were at a hockey game). I burst into tears when I see my mom.
9:00 pm - Mom and George drop me off at Cat Pee's place. I burst into tears when I see her.
9:05 pm - I burst into tears again when I discover that Cat Pee and her boyfriend spent the whole afternoon clearing out her spare room and turning it into a pretty, homey little place for me.
9:10 pm - Cat Pee goes nuts when I give her the Bath Bombs that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cleverocity and I picked out for her last weekend.
9:15 pm - Cat Pee and I settle in on the couch with a glass of wine and a slice of Chocolate Caramel Brownie Cheesecake.
9:30 pm - We decide that "Moulin Rouge" is a terrible movie if you aren't in the mood.
11:00 pm - We toddle off to bed.
My journey was a combination of awful/wonderful.
10:00 am - I decide to pop out to the bank around the corner to grab some cash for the taxi I was planning to take to the train station (train departing at 12:30 pm).
10:01 am - I realize that I have lost my bank card (for the first time since 1992).
10:10 am - Revisit the Harvey's restaurant that was my last stop yesterday.
10:15 am - After the Harvey's staff helpfully produced forgotten bank cards from two different banks along with various other credit cards, I give up and head towards my bank (it is, after all, just around the corner).
10:20 am - Discover that my bank is completely gutted and closed for renovations.
10:22 am - I retreat to my apartment to plan my next course of action.
10:24 am - I log on to my bank's website and discover that, even though I live in downtown Ottawa, none of the neighbourhood banks are open on a Saturday.
10:25 am - I broaden the search and discover a bank located a 15 minute walk away (important since I don't have cash for a taxi right now).
10:27 am - I scurry away as fast as my stumpy little legs will take me.
10:37 am - I make awesome time and enter the bank and line up at the Help Desk.
10:40 am - The bank is quite busy, so a girl at the Teller's window is also taking care of the Help Desk clients. She beckons me over. I humiliatingly burst into tears and manage to choke out "I lost my bank card".
10:41 am - Kind Bank Lady tells me to take a seat in her office and she will take care of it. I mop up my tears and feel like a complete idiot.
10:42 am - Kind Bank Lady enters office and I say, "I'm not crying because of the card -- I'm lame but I'm not that lame". Kind Bank Lady kindly says that she didn't think so and we get down to business.
10:48 am - In no time flat I am the possessor of a shiny new bank card and Kind Bank Lady kindly goes to withdraw cash for me, even though I assured her that I was more than happy to do it myself.
10:50 am - Cash in hand I am out the door after thanking Kind Bank Lady profusely. I burst into tears again as I hurry back home thinking of her kindness.
11:00 am - I can see my apartment building, but decide to pop into the local bookstore (just to test out my new bank card, of course).
11:10 am - New bank card works perfectly (thank you Kind Bank Lady) and I return to my apartment to grab my luggage.
11:12 am - I bid a tearful goodbye to my cat and depart.
11:15 am - I climb into the taxi that is outside of my door (it is so nice to live in a building that is surrounded my hotels).
11:17 am - Taxi driver is chatty and we talk about what a wonderful city Ottawa is. I choke up thinking of leaving it, but manage not to embarass myself by crying.
11:30 am - I enter the Train station and line up at the ticket counter.
11:35 am - After eyeing the hordes of people waiting for the train I decide to go for the gusto and buy a first class ticket.
11:40 am - I enter the First Class lounge and relax in the quiet atmosphere.
12:15 pm - I and my priviledged brethren board the train and take our seats. I am happy to discover that I don't have a neighbour and delighted when the Steward informs the distinguished looking older gentleman (wearing a suit complete with a red silk pocket square) across the aisle that our car only has 16 passengers for the trip.
12:30 pm - The train pulls out of the station. I get misty.
1:30 pm - The Steward patrols the aisle offering complementary beverages.
1:40 pm - The Steward shows me the menu and asks me to make a selection between beef, turbot or duck.
2:00 pm - The Steward offers us hot towels.
2:10 pm - The appetiser is served.
2:15 pm - Wine is served.
2:30 pm - The entree is served. I enjoy my beef dish immensely (sorry Aunt Lavinia). I enjoy the Strawberry Chocolate Mousse Cake even more.
3:00 pm - I alternately read, doze and look out the window. I am very thankful that the car is almost completely quiet, since I have discovered that my MP3 player is broken.
4:30 pm - The train arrives at Union Station.
4:40 pm - The subway arrives just as I step on to the platform.
5:10 pm - I arrive at Yorkdale and walk to the bus station.
5:15 pm - I buy my ticket and discover that the next bus is just arriving. I had been planning on taking the 6pm bus, but I decide to hop on this one as I have to wait until 8pm to be picked up by my mom no matter what bus I take.
6:10 pm - I arrive in Barrie and settle in for a long wait.
8:25 pm - Mom and George finally arrive (they were at a hockey game). I burst into tears when I see my mom.
9:00 pm - Mom and George drop me off at Cat Pee's place. I burst into tears when I see her.
9:05 pm - I burst into tears again when I discover that Cat Pee and her boyfriend spent the whole afternoon clearing out her spare room and turning it into a pretty, homey little place for me.
9:10 pm - Cat Pee goes nuts when I give her the Bath Bombs that
cleverocity and I picked out for her last weekend.9:15 pm - Cat Pee and I settle in on the couch with a glass of wine and a slice of Chocolate Caramel Brownie Cheesecake.
9:30 pm - We decide that "Moulin Rouge" is a terrible movie if you aren't in the mood.
11:00 pm - We toddle off to bed.
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Date: 2005-03-28 01:51 am (UTC)The bank lady sounded so sweet, the train ride was dreamy, and your family must be absolutely wonderful! Also, Moulin Rouge truly sucks under the right circumstances.
Much love for you. *mo' silly virtual hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-28 07:31 am (UTC)Well, I sure as hell wasn't going to explain why I was really crying! I hate crying in public. I was always a "crybaby" as a child. Every September I would make a resolution that I wouldn't cry during the school year...I was never able to keep it. I'm MUCH better now, but I still don't like to see sad movies in the theatre because I know I will cry.
Consider me your sister in teary solidarity during your weapy PMS phase. If you're crying, you can rest assured that I am getting misty over something somewhere...
And yes, my family is pretty darn swell!
*hugs back*