so after tuesday's hour train ride home and 11:35 arrival, i gots out of work at 6 the next day! i got home so early i didn't know what do

so thursday, things are looking good, eugene's phoning me in the middle of the day asking what to do for dinner (since he's leaving fairly early, that slacker!) and i'm like wanna go out for steak or pick some up and cook em at home? after some reasonable advice (it's too cold outside to be walking around) i'm like, yeah, pick some up and i should be out by 6:30 or so. anyways, around 6:30 i'm half-way done closing our curve and doing all that shit i do at night. got into this long and difficult conversation (aka argument) and blah blah blah, it's 8:35, i gotta close the curve, i'm steaming and vish is still putting in tickets. anyways, he ends up (or pat did) f*cking up a whole shit load of treasury positions and what not. so it's like 11pm before we get out of there, and vish is gonna drive me home so i can *finally* take home my two 19" monitors i ordered through the office. as we walk down to his car, he gets a ticket. first incident. next we're driving along (and it's late as sh**) and he's not. you're not going to believe this but i need gas (indicent #2) :| (this happened the last time he drove me from the office as well!) wandering around the upper east side find one...  drive down, turn on a street to get on the fdr and there's traffic so we're stopped for about 10 seconds. we're having this conversation about music, dire straits and neil young, and then *bam* MAGGIE REAR ENDS US. there's not much damage but vish's car is a rental so he's like, uh, need to exchange information, it's 11:30, we're standing outside with this stupid woman in the FREEZING COLD and her excuse is "uh, like everyone *just* stopped"  sigh. anyways, i finally get home at midnight, lug  my two monitors up to the 7th floor via the stairs. needless to say i didn't make it home for a steak dinner