I woke up at 7 and inhaled a quick breakfast of top ramen, diet soda, and a clove of raw garlic. I caught the bus and was at work just in time.
I had 24 minutes to make it from base to Waikiki for my first pickup. It is about 10 miles and it takes about 30 minutes with no traffic, but this is Honolulu and there is always traffic. I made it just in time and began my day.
I realized today that I sit in traffic for 12 hours a day. Maybe that is the reason I am so stressed.
The job I applied to over the weekend has a physical agility test. Along with a 1.5 mile run, 300 meter sprint, sit ups and bench press, I have to do 24 push-ups in under a minute. When I trained in MMA, I did push-ups all the time, but I have been getting soft in my old age. During the 3 hours if down time I had today, I went to the back if the van and started doing push-ups, just to see how many I could do. I did 10 and then my arms became as stable as a bipolar widow on Christmas morning. My ears were popping uncontrollably and tears were pouring down my cheeks. I managed to do 24 push-ups, but it took over a minute and a half. I have a lot of work to do.
My arms and chest were sore for the rest of the day.
Around 8 the dispatcher was sending people home so once I finished my run I called in hoping to be sent home. The dispatcher told me that I had another call waiting for me downstairs at baggage claim. I drive down and sat in the van for an hour waiting for my guests. I finally got bored so I called the dispatch center and asked about the status of my passengers. “Oh, they were a no-show” was the reply I received. They just forgot to tell me 45 minutes earlier. I was told to put the rig away and go home. I missed the bus at 10, so I waited 45 minutes for the next bus to take me home. Rebecca was already asleep by the time I got home.