Time Slowly Slides By

You know what? You never know how long an hour is until you have to try and kill it. The phrase “time flies when you’re [insert activity here]” is so true, but only when you have the brackets filled in. Time does not fly on its own. Yesterday, for me, was a perfect example of this. I was supposed to go to a movie with a friend of mine yesterday after I got done with work. I called her during the early afternoon to see when and where we should meet up. She was busy at the moment and said she’d call back in a half hour or so. That was no problem with me. I went back to working waiting for a call. I finished my day at work without a call. Ok, I’ll just go burn some time at the mall for a bit, and I had to take some clothes back for my brother anyhow so it’ll work out fine.

I took back my brother’s stuff and gave Bridget a call again. No answer on her cell phone so I also called her house but found out she was gone. Ok, she must be doing something. About five minutes later I notice I had a message on my cell phone. She must have called at the same time I was calling her house. The message told me to call her cell, so I did, and was promptly redirected to her voice-mail right off the bat. Hmm…she must be on the phone.

I tooled around the mall for a bit longer, looking at Hot Topic, Suncoast, and Software Etc. I also talked to Charlie from improv at Tradehome shoes for a bit. I called Bridget again—still redirected to her voice-mail. Walked around for a while longer and headed out to my car. Called her again—redirected. I was done waiting so I left her a message saying I was going home, and I then left for home. I got home, no call yet, so I called her cell again—redirected. Left a message saying I was home now and we’d have to do a movie another night. That whole time I was waiting for a call was only about two hours, but it seemed like a day and a half. Killing time isn’t easy—it’s a tricky beast.

I eventually got a message from her that said her cell’s batteries died so that would explain the constant redirection to her voice-mail. Oh well.

The rest of the night was uneventful and somewhat boring. I lifted for a bit, ate supper with my family, did some reading, watched part of Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back with my brother and one of his friends, and then went off to bed. End of day, repeat tomorrow.