Making Time for Joe

After a slight technical bungle which left me half an hour late for work, I ran to the stop near my house just in time to see the bus roar off, the driver's scarf hanging out the window, rippling in the wind as his malicious cackle faded into the din of the early morning traffic.
Stepping onto the street to be sure I wouldn't miss another I glanced at my iPhone to check the time. Certain I had at least 11 minutes before the next bus arrived, I then did what only a desperate man would do in his final pitiful hour... I ordered a Grande Vanilla Latte from the Starbucks behind me. As I stood waiting for the drink however, as if punishment for actually paying $4.73 for a coffee, a bus rumbled into view. "Impossible!" I thought. This thing seemed to have appeared from some rip in the spacetime continuum, I was certain it hadn't existed 20 seconds beforehand. I barely had time to blink however, when a second appeared behind it.
As my hope of catching a bus to work 'on time' this particular morning faded like Roxette's fabled 'flower', I glanced back to the girl pouring my drink, who shrugged and told me "At least it's not raining?", (her inclusion of the question mark signifying that perhaps she wasn't so sure that would remain so)..

Either way, the 22 minutes I then had to wait gave me time to think about whatever it was that it seemed I had forgotten about this particular day. It took me all of 20 seconds before I realised it was my birthday. Indeed, I'm 24 now! For some reason I've always loved the number 24. I don't know why but it probably runs along the same lines as why I like that baby custard they sell at supermarkets... too much info? Right, my apologies. Anyway, working it out quickly in my head, I figured that as of this morning I've officially been breathing for 8760 days, give or take a couple for leap years, which roughly equates to 210240 hours, or, in total: 756864000 seconds. Yes... in my head.

Closing Calculator I remember what I told myself on New Years Eve; that this was to be my year. I figure if 24 is my favourite number, then this year is going to be something special, something big. For some reason I then open iCal and begin flicking through the months, which is when I stumbled upon the entry marked with a single sentance. I can't remember putting it there, but it does seem strangely familiar. The date is in July, July 1st actually, and it simply says: "You had better be ready by today."

Jimzip :D