I cycled to work this morning. It rained half the way there. The first half. Only the first half I suppose. I wasn’t expecting it to stop but it did.
After work, I had a plan to get a couple of trains to a distant part of town to try on a ski-helmet and pick up a pair of skis. After that I was going to get a train back and go and pick up the mattress.
I originally planned to leave my bike at work and swap it for the skis and possibly the helmet before cycling home. When I looked at the map and the local transport app at lunchtime, I discovered that I wouldn’t be home in time for the mattress if I relied on the buses to take me from A to B and B to C. I decided to take my bike and cycle from the station to the helmet, then to the skis and push the bike to the next station where a direct train would bring me to within 10 minutes of my flat.
Did anyone else notice the parts where I said plan and claimed it as my own?
Did all the alarm bells start ringing?
Did you feel the words “uh-oh” forming, ready to be released at a moment’s notice?
Did you see the chaos building up in the distance like the storm currently waiting to attack Berlin?
No? I didn’t either. I ran straight into it headlong.
I didn’t expect anything. But it expected me. I must be good company, or at least a regular visitor…
We had a fire alarm at work after lunch and before I could write my plan down.
Afterwards, I tried to get my work done so I could leave on time.
I almost did, too.
It wasn’t raining when I left my workshop so I packed my waterproof overskirt away in my panier.
It started raining just as I got outside the building. I don’t like being wet if it’s a cold kind of wet, and I especially dislike cycling in wet jeans, so I stopped and unpacked it.
I wasn’t expecting to spend time getting dressed once I’d left.
I didn’t expect the lift to be full when I got to the station so that I needed to wait for it to come up a second time.
I didn’t expect to miss the first train on my list of 3.
I didn’t expect the lifts at the second station to only go up when the train I needed to catch was a floor lower than the one I started on.
I didn’t expect the second lift, a lift I crossed a road especially to reach, to bring me back to the middle floor.
I didn’t remember my bike being so heavy when I decided to carry it down and up the next stairs I encountered.
I wasn’t aware that one station name in Berlin can actually mean 3 separate stations for the 3 types of train, and that they can be several hundred metres away from each other.
I didn’t appreciate having to visit each one of them to realise it.
I didn’t remember that the third train I wanted to catch only left once an hour.
I really didn’t like having to retrace my steps to get an alternative train from a station I’d already fought my way out of.
I didn’t check the map closely enough to know that the street I was looking for, started with one name and ended with a different one.
I didn’t realise that I cycled right past it without noticing.
I wasn’t paying enough attention as I started enjoying cycling along a straight cycle path without rain.
I wasn’t ready for the dark when the street lights stopped.
I wasn’t expecting my bike’s front light to be weaker than the wind-up torch I took on a night walk in 6th form.
I didn’t want to stop on the side of a busy but dark road with nothing but the dim glow of a fading dynamo to show where I was in order to check the map again.
I trusted Google when it recommended an alternative route from my current position when I finally felt safe enough to check.
I didn’t know, when I set out down the “dead end – pedestrian access only” road, that it would lead me into the middle of a very muddy field.
I didn’t know you could switch between the directions mode and the map mode without retyping the street name.
I didn’t know, once I was in a particularly boggy patch of field, whether it would be quicker to turn round and go back, or to carry on squelching.
I couldn’t imagine that I could be so scared of things that go bump (or knatterknatterknatter) in the dark.
I wasn’t expecting the torch on my phone to be so good.
I didn’t know in advance that I would rather cycle unnecessarily far by road, just to avoid a couple of hundred metres along a dark path through a woods
I didn’t know, when I set out from work, that I would arrive at the helmet man’s house later with the bicycle than I would have done without it.
I didn’t know, from the picture and the description, that the helmet would be just a smidgen too small.
I also didn’t know from the brief phone calls we’d had, that the seller would be so gracious about letting me traipse mud all through his immaculate house. “Relax! It’s all tiled and washable – it gets muddy every time I come in from working in the garden :)”
I didn’t know it would take me more than twice the time Google suggested to cycle across to the ski lady’s house.
I didn’t know that the skis would be so sharp that they’d take the paint off my handlebars when I rested them there.
I didn’t know that I would have such a problem steering when I got the skis into a stable position.
I couldn’t guess that the wind would pick up and join the pouring rain to slow down my attempts to get to the station while pushing my bike and balancing a pair of skis.
I didn’t expect to have to ask someone how to get into the train station.
I didn’t count on missing the last direct train of the evening and having to take three other indirect trains instead.
I didn’t think my phone battery would go down so fast, but I also didn’t think the last few percent would last all the way home.
I wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me on the train, and when they did, I wasn’t expecting them to say, “don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve got a wife and a kid waiting for me” as we got out at the same station.
I didn’t expect to get home more than 7 hours and 22km after leaving work, 3 hours later than I wanted to pick up the mattress.
Despite everything, I still feel it was a successful day..
One on which I feel I definitely earned my sleep.
Talking of sleep…I wasn’t planning on sleeping on the floor again tonight, but then, life always seems to have more in store for me than I could ever imagine.
(And I wasn’t expecting the neighbour to phone and apologize, but he did – assuming the mattress man is understanding enough not to sell the mattress to someone else tomorrow, we’re all set to pick it up in the evening 🙂 – wheee!)
5 thoughts on “On lacking expectation”
I am never sure whether to laugh or sob when I read your exploits Jesska! I would have gone for the mattress first and left the helmet and skis till another day, but we are all different. I look forward to your story of getting the mattress home now!
That’s ok, I never know whether to laugh or cry while living them.. 😉
The problem with all the collections yesterday was that I wasn’t entirely sure if I could pick up the mattress yesterday and I had already previously arranged to look at/buy the other things. I currently don’t have a car, and my neighbour didn’t phone until quite late. I might have already blown it with the mattress seller (no one wants to wait on a pickup which seemingly never happens) and I didn’t want to have to cancel the ski people on the offchance that the neighbour would be where he said he would be. (Turns out he was, but there you are..). I also didn’t want to make 2 trips out because it was really far and I foolishly assumed that it made sense to combine them ;).
One thing I should probably learn from all this is not planning anything involving other people, at least not more than a few hours in advance, but even that doesn’t help when other things happen, like the car dying or things taking longer than usual or trains being delayed due to the storm.. Which means, I suppose, the only answer is not planning anything at all. My sister informs me that “failing to plan is planning to fail”.. Having written that, I just remembered that I didn’t fail the exam when I planned to.. maybe I should always plan for failure and achieve things by mistake?
Oh Boy … one day, when everything does go as planned, please don’t have a heart attack with all the elation.
I’m with Mum, I never know whether to laugh or cry about your misadventures. Perhaps you thrive on them?
Hehe! Judging by my past record, I doubt I’ll encounter a heart attack worthy day for a good while yet! 😉
I don’t know whether I really thrive on them.. I just know it’s how I function… I was going to add “best” to the end of that, but I’m not sure I function any other way…