Monday, 7 December 2009

Off course

As part of my job, I’m required to do some courses for accreditation. I did one today, which required driving to the city. Not too far, only an hour-and-a-quarter usually. But this time I had to be there by 8.30am. That meant driving through peak hour traffic – to a place I’d never been before. A recipe for disaster. And more of a two hour drive now.

I thought I had it planned. I thought I knew the route to a certain point and I looked up the map book for the rest. Why bother with the GPS, I thought. It will only confuse me. I made sure the kids’ school things were ready last night, so that I could get up at 5.30am, eat my breakfast, get ready and go. I’d packed my favourite CDs into the car. I was on the road at 6.20 and feeling good.

There wasn’t too much traffic on the road at first – a few trucks and city workers in a hurry to get into the hustle and bustle. As I hit the city though, it began to build up. Time to put Segovia on. Nice calming music. After a while, I began to wonder why it was taking so long to get there. Then I saw a sandhill and began to worry. When I came over a hill and saw the big, beautiful blue sea, even Segovia’s nice calming music stopped working. Where I was supposed to be was nowhere near the sea, and it was already 8.25. I’d taken a wrong turn about 20km back, but I have absolutely no sense of direction so I didn’t notice.

Frantic skipping through the map book (safely parked in a carpark) finally put me back on the right track, but I rolled into the course fifteen minutes late. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I hate being late. As punishment for my idiocy, of course, the only seats left were right at the front. Next time I do a course that starts at 8.30am I’m going to beg a bed with one of my sisters the night before. Or maybe I’ll just drive down to the place and camp in the carpark overnight!

4 comments:

Lilfix said...

My Sis and I are known as Lucy and Ethel because every time we go somewhere together, we always get lost...it wouldn't matter if we had GPS or not, we would talk right through it and wouldn't pay it any mind...grin...Glad you made it safe...Hugs...

Oh, and Sis and I started saying that we are not lost, we are just creating our own map...grin...

Kate said...

LOL I wasn't lost either - I just took the scenic route! :D

Theresa Milstein said...

I get anxiety when I have to find a new place, and invariably get lost. Somehow, this doesn't happen if I'm in the passenger seat, when my instinct almost always saves the day.

GPS has spared me countless hours of being lost and frantic. It lets me know when a turn is coming up, which lane I need be in, and when the turn is imminent. And it's all done in a soothing voice. I've named my GPS Xena Warrior Navigator.

Kate said...

LOL Theresa, our GPS is known as 'Siobhan' due to the Irish accent. Unfortunately Siobhan is prone to giving the instruction to turn at the very last moment, which always confuses me.