A waste of my life...

It's bad enough when I don't turn up to lectures or workshops and the teacher, if they care at all about individuals, wonder where I am.
But when they don't turn up for me, IT'S PERSONAL!

I left at 11 so only had an hour to make it, and following advice I got a 285 to Feltham station. Yes, I'm that lazy I took a bus for two stops when I could have walked!
See, coz my Oyster is pre-pay I don't care much for buying tickets these days, so I didn't buy one at the station.
As a precaution, I went to take some cash out from the ATM. It only issued £20 notes, so I have to settle with carrying a large amount of money around. A mugger's dream come true!

Anyway, train came and I did a quick sweep of the carriages for ticket inspectors. All clear and it's 11.16 so I'm just cruisin'

Then it hits me that while the gates are open at Feltham, there's no way they will be at Richmond. Mérde.

Luckily for me I know how to deal with ticket checking people, but the fucker prettymuch labelled me a 'fare evader.'
I got off with a warning.
Not like I had to make up a huge lie. I told him I got on at Whitton (in case he wouldn't believe Twickenham). Dammit. I was ready to pay with the £20 I withdrew only to find I had a fiver already in my wallet.

Mans gets vexed.

11.26- Richmond Station busstop. The 65 comes in 6min. I know I can make it on time!

11.50, South Ealing. Nothing is more perfect than this. I've even read a few chapters of my book. Next thing I'm interrupted by a text telling me the workshop had been cancelled at short notice.
I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

I get to Ealing Broadway about midday.

Sometimes I wonder why I even try.

Two things which annoy me: punctuality and wasting time. I'm no angel with either, but I expect much more from my elders. Don't you? Mofos.