Parking Situation

I excersized really late last night. It was a combination of laziness, fear of pain, and downright interesting television. So much so that it was around 1 in the morning before I finally got my shoes on and decided to pop in my TaeBo DVD.

Which meant that it was 3 in the morning when I finally went- showered and refreshed- to bed.

Bad idea Summer! God... when I woke up this morning my limbs hurt AND I was drowsy. I couldn't get off the bed until 9:30 and by then I realized that it was too late to do any kind of preparation so I just threw on my clothes and ran to my car. You see- I live about 15 minutes away from work but it usually takes 30 minutes to get there because I come home so late that I have to park my car at the top-most level of my parking garage and (long story short) it takes half the time to get OUT of my parking lot as it does actually GETTING to work.

:(

I rush to work. When I finally get here (I'm at work right now) it's like 2 minutes before 10 and I'm frazzled and tired and not paying attention. Stupid! And I park my car in between the 2 most gorgeous, classy, expensive cars I have ever seen.

You see... my production company resides in a building owned by a man who has single-handedly brought up his own multi-million dollar law firm. He is a cool guy, and his firm is the first branch of rooms in the building (ours is the last near the back door to make for easier equipment transportation). He dresses okay and is very quiet and polite so you think "hmm... maybe he's not so well-off after all" but BOY this man can pick a car! He has a car that hasn't even been RELEASED yet- it's a 2005 and he had it since I started in June. It's this gorgeous shimmery blue that cascades with colors when you look at it in the sun. Very nice, very sweet.

Another company that shares an address with mine is (again) another well-off business. It's a travel agency for the rich and adventurous. The man who owns this company is a bit older than the first, a whole lot skinnier, and just as soft spoken. And HIS car is a classic BMW with it's original paint job shined to look as nice-if not better- than the lawyer's car.

And both of these cars I usually stay away from. It's just hard to keep your head up high in a 98' Toyota Camry complete with war scars next to these cars- and it's nerve racking parking next to them.

Well... because of my stupid laziness last night I didn't notice until it was too late that I had parked right in between these two puppies. Ugh. Hopefully one of them leaves before me- I don't want to be backing up and accidentally brush auras them.

:(