And yet, when you calculate all the hours I’m spending on my commute, on my chair in my cubicle, and all the time I spent today receiving yet another day of training — seems last week I got trained on all the wrong areas, so today was correcting all that — most of which spent, on my ass, on a chair, in one of the many back offices, my ass does, in fact, hurt. Oh, also, I spent forty minutes on a bar stool at Mackey’s during my lunch break. That didn’t help much, either. Really, though, I should consider keeping my wallet in my front pocket mayhaps.

Speaking of ass, my commute on Friday sucked it. Sucked ass, I mean. 495 was all backed up, so like an idiot, I thought, “Oh, I’ll just take back roads all the way.” And I did. Left at 3:30, got home at 5:30. I cannot wait until I’m living in walking distance of the Metro. There are some nights when I get home — admittedly, I’m usually out of the office early enough that if I’m going straight home, I miss the bulk of traffic — and my left leg aches from the clutch.

Speaking of clutches … my Dad is thinking about buying my car, which is good, as I’m planning on selling it. Dad’s been driving a 1989 Silverado that previously belonged to his father. Grampa put something like thirty-thousand miles on it between when he bought it — new — and when he died. Back when I was learning to drive, Dad actually tried to teach me how to drive a stick with it. Oh, it was not a forgiving clutch. But I’ll be getting used to it: Dad’ll buy my car, and I’ll buy his pickup. It doesn’t have power steering, it doesn’t have a CD player, or air conditioning, but it does have an ugly blue vinyl bench-seat. On the other hand, since the whole point of my move to DC is to adapt to a transit life-style, driving isn’t going to be a huge priority. Plus, I’m going to care a lot less if someone hits my ‘89 truck than if someone hits my ‘08 Toyota.

Okay, so back to commutes: twelve in a row. Thirteen, if I’m working next Saturday at my new part-time job. I didn’t want to work tomorrow, but I do want to get up to speed so that I can start working weekday nights. Short shift tomorrow, though. Between the driving and the Metro, I’ll spend a third of my time tomorrow out-the-door just getting to and from work. Here’s an interesting fact: my position is the only in the store where a logo-uniform shirt is required.

Now, I’m not going to have much time at home next week. In addition to going to the part-time gig, I’m also heading into DC to try to look at some apartments in the Cleveland Park Area.

Meanwhile, I’m exhausted. I slept in today, yes: woke up at 6:30. Ahhh, a good night’s sleep. I’m turning into an old man before my very eyes.