I had a near death experience today.
My mother woke me up this morning asking, “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?’
Fuck. It was 7:20. I’m usually in my car on the way to work at that time.
After a minor hysteric episode, I managed to brush my teeth, put my contacts in, find something to wear, and race to DuPont. Somehow i managed to get there in time to pick up the pool car and begin the 90 minute journey to Kelso for my morning interview.
Just outside of Olympia, I noticed a white moving van on the left side of the road. I glanced in my rear view mirror to see what was going on behind me, as if the cars behind me could miraculously explain what was happening. As I continue driving at 70 mph, THE FUCKING WHITE VAN TRIES TO MERGE LEFT AT 10 MPH. I screamed, swerved a little, glared over at the white van driven by two hispanics, and kept driving, though after that incident, I was terribly shaken up. I really don’t think I’ve ever been that scared in a car before.
I made it to Kelso and back to my house to shower without any problems, thank god.
Lately my head feels really strange. Maybe it’s my contacts. Maybe it’s the fact that I sit in front of a computer screen for 8 hours a day, bored out of my fucking mind. Maybe it’s my terrible eating habits. I need an Advil.
