Work on a Sunday

It's 8:35 and I am standing in a bus stop waiting for a bus that may not exist. (Sunday buses suck.) I'm in work today; I haven't worked sundays since before I was training people. It's odd having to get up early like this. It's quiet. Too quiet. At least I got to stay in bed longer than normal - shifts start at nine on weekends. No sign of a bus yet. Hope I don't wind up being late. I have a flask of coffee in my hand, because that seemed like a good idea. Coffee my friend. Ah, a bus. On my merry way now.