"I don't know what to do with my life"

So after work on Monday, I was dropped of on Spencer and Flamingo by a coworker. I began walking past the SRO (which used to be Club 662, owned by Suge Knight and his destination the night Tupac got capped) towards Play of the Day, a smaller bar right next to Albertson's. I got to it but something about it made me turn around and head home. I took off my backpack and rinsed off as well as I could in the cool water. I left again, undecided as to my destination. I wound up at Cheer's, just across from UNLV. It has a seedy, downtime vibe with bad metal on the jukebox and emo kids playing pool. I had a few Newcastles and a shot of Jager. It was enough to take the edge off and I stumbled home. My apartment is rather messy at the moment and seeing it under the pale light of a flashlight made it seem pathetic. I went to sleep on the couch hoping the sunlight would wake me up early enough to go to the power company and get to work on time. I got up at 10-something and managed to leave at about 11. Forgetting my bus schedule, I walked to Maryland Parkway. The lunchtime traffic is awful there. There were over a dozen people waiting for the bus. One finally arrived at about 11:30. I had to take it all the way down to Sahara, the edge of what I know of Las Vegas. It's a rather busy intersection. I remember a friend that takes the Sahara bus telling me that it sucks ass but I haven't had much experience with it. Before I got a bank account, I had to take this bus to get to a casino that would cash my check (I also didn't have a local ID so cashing my check was an issue for a few months.) The bus took 45 minutes to get there, it's supposed to run every 30 minutes. That intersection is bleak, like much of this city I suppose. There is a KFC, Taco Bell, auto audio shop, 7-11, and a few other stores but absolutely no grass or shade. At least it was only 100 degrees and not hotter. I got a Gatorade from the 7-11. When the bus did finally show up it's airconditioner was on nuclear winter, cooling me down some. Some rather dumb Canadians were sitting next to me, fat as americans but better groomed. They had left the comfort of the Strip to go to some fat lady shop called Joanne's or something. It was funny to hear them try to say "Decatur", the name of the street the shop is on, "Deck-a-tour" instead of "Dee-cater". It took quite a while to get all the way up to Jones (again on the far edge of what I know of this city) but I was relieved to finally be there. It took me a moment to find the electric company (it's a really huge building that you have to try not to find) and make my way in. There is an express lane for paying bills so I tried that one first. No dice, get in the long queue with people screaming and drooling on themselves. Great, I thought this was going to be somewhat better than the DMV or welfare office. It took maybe a half hour to get to a window. The woman behind the counter was somewhat dispassionate. "Are you paying the full balance or just the past due?" I thought I'd have to pay way more than that, so I paid just the past due so I'd have some cash for ramen and smokes. I asked if they could have the power on the next day, she said it should be on that night. At least I have an excuse to still go in to work, air conditioning and bandwidth. As I was crossing Sahara on my way back to the bus, the bus just passed me. I sortof lucked out because it was an express bus; I wouldn't have to wait that long for the next one but it would take longer to get to work. On the bus finally, we pass another bus that had broken down 40 minutes earlier. That had to be rough for some people. A rather loud man from that bus sat next to me, holding a 128 meg SDRAM chip. He is upgrading from a 64 meg chip. I tell him he paid too much for it (I'm worse than a Jew when it comes to computer gear.) He couldn't pronounce things well, like he was deaf or something, but he talked quite a bit. I didn't mind listening for a few. He was telling me about his computer. I'm glad he has something in his life, a way to make connections and a way to find entertainment. He lives on disability and would have had a rather more difficult life twenty years ago, I think. Having a PC with internet access is better than having a cat for the homebound, IMHO. He wasn't all that bad, but his voice bothered me after a time so I moved back in the bus at one of the stops. I hope he wasn't offended. I got all the way down to Pecos (clear the fuck across town by my standards, but less than half of the city if you count the suburbs and such) where I had to wait for another bus. Of course that one was late as well, but I still managed to get to work by 15:40, just 10 minutes late. Needless to say I was beat, the whole adventure took 4 and a half hours. Work went by fairly quickly and I left a little early.