I am sitting at a bus stop in downtown Seattle in 30 degree weather waiting for a bus so I can head home from work. The 8:27 never came and the 8:58 is 13 minutes late. I will want a drink and another drink when I get home as I digest the events and decisions of the past week and the ramifications of the first truly major fuckup of my career.
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