Saturday, October 10, 2009
I Was a Messenger Again Yesterday!
From Sheba:
I left home at 3:00, with a giant cardboard tube in my
Timbuk2 bag. The deadline at for filing was 4pm. I rushed
signatures out of my boss and headed across town, dodging
car mirrors with the tube. A signature on the 5th floor on
New York Avenue takes more time, another stop and a few
minutes of waiting. When my contact ran into me waiting for
yet another sign-on-the-line at 3:45, she told me I had
until 4:30, and with the Tax Office signoff still in front
of me, I had almost no chance of filing that day. She
expedited the signature I was waiting for by chasing down
her coworker on my behalf.
I leave the Tax Office at 4:10, after 20 minutes of very
anxious waiting. A mile to the nearest Kinkos where I
immediately commandeered the assistance of an employee with
a "I'm trying very hard to make a deadline" distress call.
It worked. In and out and back to file at 4:26. Fought two
different guards, anxious to go home for the weekend, to
gain entry, and made it in to file with 3 minutes to spare.
I exit at 4:45, a pound of paper lighter and all my
deadlines made for the day, save for one.
Across town in 15 minutes or less, to pickup the baby from
daycare. That last one was never a part of the Cycle
Messenger World Championships.
I left home at 3:00, with a giant cardboard tube in my
Timbuk2 bag. The deadline at for filing was 4pm. I rushed
signatures out of my boss and headed across town, dodging
car mirrors with the tube. A signature on the 5th floor on
New York Avenue takes more time, another stop and a few
minutes of waiting. When my contact ran into me waiting for
yet another sign-on-the-line at 3:45, she told me I had
until 4:30, and with the Tax Office signoff still in front
of me, I had almost no chance of filing that day. She
expedited the signature I was waiting for by chasing down
her coworker on my behalf.
I leave the Tax Office at 4:10, after 20 minutes of very
anxious waiting. A mile to the nearest Kinkos where I
immediately commandeered the assistance of an employee with
a "I'm trying very hard to make a deadline" distress call.
It worked. In and out and back to file at 4:26. Fought two
different guards, anxious to go home for the weekend, to
gain entry, and made it in to file with 3 minutes to spare.
I exit at 4:45, a pound of paper lighter and all my
deadlines made for the day, save for one.
Across town in 15 minutes or less, to pickup the baby from
daycare. That last one was never a part of the Cycle
Messenger World Championships.
