Whine. Whine, whine. Whinewhinewhine, whinewhinewhinewhine.
The car won't be here for another 1-2 weeks. The bus is an hour each way. Much as I come with the weight of previous experience and suchlike at work, I am still required, by myself at the minimum, to prove myself, get all the changes down pat. Steeling myself for a full two weeks of up at 0500, home at 1630, getting done anything else on weekends. By bus. In a town with less than ideal public transit. As compared to a certain large NE city.
Oh, well. Annoying, frustrating, not the worst bit of my life. Just the papercut right here, right now.