One of Those People

I have become one of those people.

Somehow, I have no time. The refrain in my head is “I don’t have time to breathe.” Where did that come from?

High points of my day now include being in my car, tunes blasting, singing at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down, commuting from job one to job two. Or job three. Or the volunteering I do.

Let’s look at yesterday, a somewhat typical day:

Woke up late, didn’t hear the alarm. Or heard the alarm(s) and turned them off. Tore into clothes, ran to my car, praying the parking meter maid/mister had not given me a ticket, and yet again, they hadn’t. I count my blessings where I can.

By the time I got near my coffee shop, the one I stop at because it is on the way to work and independent AND cheaper than Starbucks, I realized I was hungry, or would be soon, so stopped to get my mocha and my breakfast sandwich. They have my order memorized. Made it to work and clocked in at about 9:30 am. So far, so good.

Yesterday was January 31st. January 31st is the date that all 1099s need to be sent to independent contractors and such. Anyone paid over $600 in rents, in pay or other assorted stuff. Guess what I worked on all day yesterday. But it couldn’t possibly be easy. I’ve never done that before. Okay fine. Something new to learn. All for that. Part of what I love about my job. But we recently switched accounting systems, so even though I had done 1099s the day before for one of our companies under the old system, today I had to learn how to do it all over again not just for me, but for my co-worker/boss who was handling some of the other companies. But more importantly, we couldn’t print in our new accounting system. I had already spent a couple of hours trying to print, trying to email, trying to preserve in some manner the reports I generated so we could determine who really needed a 1099. With a techie on the line while consulting our accountant, I played some more and found I could now print. But the option I had didn’t exist for my boss, so I determined that if we could move on and resolve our issues with why we couldn’t manipulate the data to determine our 1099 people, I would then be able to print the forms for all the companies, regardless. We moved on, and sure enough I ended up printing all the companies’ 1099s.

And I rushed from the office to make it to the post office to make that day’s outgoing mail. And stop at two banks to make deposits. And be on a weekly conference phone call for one of my volunteering obligations. As I drove to my own bank (the one I had visited the day before only to find out that it closed at 5 Monday through Thursday and only at 6 on Fridays) to make a $26 deposit to cover my Netflix bill. And stop for another mocha at an independent coffee house there on Wilshire next to SAG and the La Brea tar pits.

Back in the car, I headed to my next job, tutoring. I had made special arrangements to meet that night only since my student hadn’t been at one of her sessions and so we were behind in meeting our required hours by our deadline. While tutoring, (she’s working on cursive handwriting and loves tracing the letters on a pre-printed white board, or copying my very carefully not-at-all-my-own handwriting words, words she picked to practice alphabetizing and proper spelling in addition to the cursive) I checked the arrival time of a flight a friend was coming in on. An hour late?! Glad I checked. While my student practiced words like wonderful, voice and yogurt, I used one of her sheets of lined paper to create a sign for my friend. He wanted to be greeted by a sign with his name on it, to make him feel important. Check.

I strategized what to do next. I needed to empty the car enough to put my friend’s luggage in. Having dropped him off at the airport when he left, I knew exactly how much room he needed. I also needed to get to an office supply store to pick up that whiteboard cleaning fluid, as we had not been diligent in erasing the traced cursive letters, and too many of them had dried and now would not be removed with mere tissue nor warm water and soap. I also needed to make photocopies of my students’ paperwork to submit by the 2nd of the month. And I needed to pick up the bottle of wine back home that I had written my friend’s name on when I promised him I had a bottle of cabernet with his name on it. Literally. I had even taken a picture of it and sent it to him while he was away.

It was a little after seven when I was done with my student. I went home, unloaded one box out of my car’s back seat. I had just put in a quarter for 15 minutes of parking in the meter, when the meter person came and gave a ticket to the car parked in front of me. By the time I came back down with my bottle of wine, I had one minute left and the parking patrol was gone.

Next stop, office supply store. I had just enough time to get there before they closed. Made my photocopies and then went hunting for white board cleaner. No luck. I did get some new white board markers, since the ones I had were dying. Officially the store was closed. Oh, and I needed some more 1099 forms. I had run out and hadn’t been able to print my own. They had those at least. Saved me a trip in the morning on the way to work, especially if I overslept again, a distinct possibility.

And now on to the freeway, heading down towards the airport. While photocopying, I noticed I had some additional items to fill in before I could hand in my official paperwork and call it complete. So I stopped at the place I volunteer at, conveniently located just down the street from the airport. I had already set up my phone to get a message if anything changed on the incoming flight. I kept checking the flight information, but it didn’t change. I finished with my paperwork, found the official address I had to put on the envelope even though I would be dropping it off in person, and now I had just enough time to go and drop it off, also conveniently located down the street on the way to the airport.

To the airport. I would be parking, a rare thing since it involved me paying for it. But I knew there was a parking garage directly across from the arrival terminal. I arrived in the terminal exactly two minutes before the flight landed. Found the luggage carousel with the correct flight number. And waiting. And waiting. A group of family was gathered with a large sign stating WELCOME HOME. I looked at the exit and noticed the airline he was arriving on was not listed. I followed the family group to information and asked from which exit Air Canada’s flights were arriving. When they began arriving, it became obvious. There were three possible ways for them to arrive: elevator, or one of two escalators. I took my cue as to where to stand for the best viewing from the waiting limousine drivers, with official looking signs. Since I was wearing a short red dress emphasizing my curves, I decided that I had been sent from the escort service to pick up my client. I saw the limousine drivers just holding their signs but I figured my arm would just get tired. Besides, I suspected the limo drivers didn’t know what their clients looked like.

But alas, he saw me before I got the sign up. Fortunately, a building pillar momentarily obscured his view, and I held the sign in time to elicit a thumbs up through the glass partition. As we waited for his luggage, he told me we were standing behind Drake’s entourage. That he had run into them at a bar back home a few days ago, only to find him on his flight to LA. I said Drake must be stalking him, and he replied cheerfully that that’s what his ego liked to think.

I took him to the place he was staying, a few blocks from my own home, and we parted ways. A few passes around the blocks to find parking, and I was walking in my building just before midnight. Just another day.

One Response to “One of Those People”

  1. Steve Says:

    (prod) you still alive? 🙂

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