in a FlixBus, ranting about mood

Regretting being the bum that i am that can't take a last train and has to take the late night FlixBus

Brutally reminded how much against work policies, how much of a public place a FlixBus is, with there being little chance that there will be no person next to you, close enough to themselves be unable to not get glimpses of the contents of your screen. How much there is no way you could disregard the policy a bit and catch up on work

The place next to me was free because of the mess caused by how some people take freedom in taking different places and how some people regard as the worst thing to ever do to contest that and don't do themselves, and because of this mess was also then taken

My seat was getting occasionally bumped from behind, and it coincided that when I decided to grab my Sony cabled ANC headphones and play Linkin Park - Livin Things on them, after a while a considerably strong bump occured from who is sitting behind me — part of me lived through the scenario where it was a signal of annoyance about my music, at half volume which might be a lot, being too loud; never checked up on that, the music stays on

Of course I'm also annoyed with having a 13.3"-sized 14"-display notebook in my laps instead of my 10" netbook, as with the on-seat table being unusable for laptoping it only has to be an obstacle to the upper bezel

And so things go. I would consider going to sleep rather than committing to the on-topic post about the TimePlanner app like I wanted to do. But not feeling like it, it's nice that I can at least rant-blog about mood instead.

Not that I had much success with the app throughout the Monday. I hope it's safe to state there that I haven't done a single thing at work today, despite being in good shape, mentally even; I just kept feeling the urgency of a rush because of being still so very unprepared for having the bus ticket already purchased, and so i sat in front of the work laptop doing neither of the things. Shows me how I shouldn't ever do this, let the non-last-minute order prices lure me.

This whole visit im travelling for feels like a poor idea. My mind will probably change once I'm in his arms.

Now I'm bound to arrive around 4pm and later if commute takes its time. How much will I sleep I don't know; maybe will take some sleep on that bus after all. I really really fucking hope I will start working before the daily standup and be in a state of mind that will let me catch up with stuff and make at least a little progress, arrive at some dilemmas or hardships, anything.

Inb4 last post may have forgotten to mention, or was too implicit about, that i did in fact make myself the injection, shortly after getting better and taking a shower. I did even already have moments of being excited at the hopes about who i am to visit.

Part of the reason why i pulled out the laptop just now in the bus, despite people around able to glimpse into my screen, was that i fear that if i don't satisfy my urge to keep the blogging up, i will end up having the urge when i would want to work (and that, of course, might very likely result in nothing, neither, getting done).

Ugh the feeling of someone poking with their legs (maybe knees, but i saw feet being up) into my lower back through my seat; did I mention the loudest of the few men drinking beer and praising their beverages preparations for this trip is right behind me? Eh I will see about how far am I in the album (I'm too irk to even stay conscious of track listing) and turn up the volume and pick which I'm choosing next. Laptop goes to backpack, I'm done