carpool diary: crack of dawn

My carpool driver just sent out an email asking if we can leave a half hour early tomorrow morning so he can make a concert after work. THAT MEANS BEING PICKED UP AT 6:40 am.

No thank you.

So that he can make his concert, i lose money because i have to pay anyway, whether i ride with them or not? not cool.

hurrrrmp.

what is going on here, world?

wow, i don't mean to be a bummer, but this is just today:

huh?

Uhh

Eckkk

what?

WHATTTTT?

crawling back into a rainbow colored bubble filled with unicorns, goodbyeeeee.

carpool diaries: in the middle

I drive in a carpool with 3 other people who work for my company. Carpools are weird. You're in close quarters with strangers. Usually car rides are more intimate...friends, family, your favorite music.

I won't disclose any information about my carpool partners, nor will I bad mouth them, because I am sure that they are all nice people. but, i do want to share some of the ..interesting...things I experience. Hence, the carpool diaries has been born.

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My backseat carpool mate is quite small. however, she takes up an extraordinary amount of space for such a small person. For example, she brings empty boxes home almost every night. she puts them in the seat between us, and my arm is squished by cardboard. on top of this, when there aren't boxes in between us, she likes to sit really close to the middle because for some reason she likes to watch the road from between the seats, instead of looking out her own window.