I don't mind dog sitting my boss's little dog.
While they and the rest of the employees went and attend a seminar whose sign up starts at 7am and ends at 5pm. Straight.
And it was 2 days long.
I do somewhat mind that I couldn't travel anywhere, stuck at one or two places, utterly boring and felt like this tiring boredom that, thankfully, I had a companion at that time; we took turns taking a nap.
I don't mind said company. I like her enough.
Yet, and yet... I had to mind her, too. Without her, I'd wander off elsewhere.
But still, it was stressful boring. Even her.
Carrying an entire supply of vet meds and some dog food, which I wish I can just leave it somewhere. And I was already travelling light; currently carrying my minimum keys, wallet and phone.
Thank goodness my jacket has a reliable pocket where I can just put an entire umbrella in it.
Speaking of, it also rained plenty. So no traveling at all
Then there was me sitting at the, uhh, the front seat in a van at the middle -- a chair not meant for adults to sit on.
4 hours straight, twice, with my spine forcedly straightened and my legs twisted further into some tight space while actively keeping myself learning towards the driver's seat, from accidentally bumping said driver and driving stick.
Yes, it's was a really cramped van. Like 12 passengers total including myself, nevermind including our respective luggages on top of that.
It was a van meant for 10 passengers. Even that wasn't enough.
And gosh, my neck and back hurts.
I fell asleep from time to time, but I couldn't and should, else I'd dangerously lean towards whichever boss I sat between.
Yes, it was awkward.
I don't mind quiet, I don't mind being out of place.
But the positioning itself is still cramping the heck out of it. It's a chair likely for infants or small children to sit with a seatbelt on. Or an object.
And that's mostly, it, really.
How my frustratingly boring weekend ran.