It's been a while, I know. I've been busy. Don't bug me.
So....
This morning, I'm booting it for the 7:01 Ajax LSE train to Union. I hate starting my day literally running. It just sets a precedent for the rest of the day.
I get on the train, sitting in a different car than normal. There's this obnoxious prick talking at the top of his lungs two quads away from me. Everyone can hear him. We're all glaring at him.
Then his phone rings. And, if you can believe it, he talks even louder on the phone.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I have been working 14-hour days for more than two months now. I've had a headache for six weeks and it just won't go away. I don't need to start my day off with assholes. I deal with them all day long. I work for one.
I wanted to go over to this guy and take his cell phone, hold it in my hand like a knuckle ring and punch him in the throat! Jesus!! Shut the fuck up!
The worse part was he was with a friend. Why didn't his friend tell him to SHUSH?
Friends don't let friends talk loud on the GO.
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
There was an annoying couple sitting in the accessability seats by the doors. I was sitting two quads down. They were watching some video of a baby crying. Without headphones.
Really??
This is not a Cineplex auditorium, or even your living room with surround sound. It's a GO Train. Put your damn headphones in!
And when they finally stopped watching the videos, they carried on a conversation that I could hear all the way down to my seat. Jesus, people! Shut the EFF up!!
When I got off the train, some stupid broad was wandering along a narrow part of the platform, lost in her own thoughts, blocking the way for others, as though she's taking a pleasant stroll through a lovely country garden. Get outta the way, lady, or you're gonna get run over. If you don't want to play with the big kids, step outta the sand box until play time is over.
And what was with the priest at the Ajax GO Station this morning? Was there an exorcism I wasn't aware of? Obviously the holy water missed a lot of people this morning.
Really??
This is not a Cineplex auditorium, or even your living room with surround sound. It's a GO Train. Put your damn headphones in!
And when they finally stopped watching the videos, they carried on a conversation that I could hear all the way down to my seat. Jesus, people! Shut the EFF up!!
When I got off the train, some stupid broad was wandering along a narrow part of the platform, lost in her own thoughts, blocking the way for others, as though she's taking a pleasant stroll through a lovely country garden. Get outta the way, lady, or you're gonna get run over. If you don't want to play with the big kids, step outta the sand box until play time is over.
And what was with the priest at the Ajax GO Station this morning? Was there an exorcism I wasn't aware of? Obviously the holy water missed a lot of people this morning.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I know. I've been busy. Not to mention these meds are working very well. I'll speak to my doctor and tell him to cut down the dose. My peeps need to hear me rant. I'm sure he'll understand.
The last few days have me hankering to bitch, though. I was on vacation last week, and yesterday...my first day back and Monday, no less...I'm surrounded by talkers.
Talkers in the morning. Talkers in the evening. Jesus, people! Shut the EFF up!! You don't need to shout into your cell phone. The microphone amplifies your voice and the caller can hear you quite well. So can I, for that matter, four rows down from you! I don't care if your brother can't make it to the party. No one else on the train cares either. I felt really bad for the poor shmuck sitting beside the woman last night who nattered on and on and on and on....
I did see something quite peculiar this morning that made me laugh. I was walking to the office, my GO sidekick next to me. As we approached Bay and Front, we both noticed a woman in front of us, holding a baby carrier. You know the kind...nest the little one in the carrier so it can coo and laugh and sleep, and the handle flips up for carrying.
Well, the carrier was empty, except for a bottle of apple juice.
My sidekick turns to me. "I think she forgot something on the train."
"I think so, too," I say.
"She didn't listen to the announcement to check under the seat and make sure she collected all of her personal belongings."
"No she didn't."
The last few days have me hankering to bitch, though. I was on vacation last week, and yesterday...my first day back and Monday, no less...I'm surrounded by talkers.
Talkers in the morning. Talkers in the evening. Jesus, people! Shut the EFF up!! You don't need to shout into your cell phone. The microphone amplifies your voice and the caller can hear you quite well. So can I, for that matter, four rows down from you! I don't care if your brother can't make it to the party. No one else on the train cares either. I felt really bad for the poor shmuck sitting beside the woman last night who nattered on and on and on and on....
I did see something quite peculiar this morning that made me laugh. I was walking to the office, my GO sidekick next to me. As we approached Bay and Front, we both noticed a woman in front of us, holding a baby carrier. You know the kind...nest the little one in the carrier so it can coo and laugh and sleep, and the handle flips up for carrying.
Well, the carrier was empty, except for a bottle of apple juice.
My sidekick turns to me. "I think she forgot something on the train."
"I think so, too," I say.
"She didn't listen to the announcement to check under the seat and make sure she collected all of her personal belongings."
"No she didn't."
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Took the 18:43 home last night. It's been a crappy week for me. Actually, the last several months have been pretty shitty. I'm at the end of my rope and it's fraying fast. I'm having a difficult time keeping my anger in check.
Leaving this early (yeah, that's early for me...remember I take the 7:15 in the morning) is a bit of a treat. I'm looking forward to reading my book on the train, then going home, vegging in front of the television and doing absolutely nothing.
I sit in the front car, second level, alone in the quad by the stairs. There's a woman alone in the quad across from me. She is curled up in her seat, facing the window. She's chatting on the phone. Loudly.
My teeth grind, my jaw aches from the tension. My head is pounding. I can feel myself morph into some raging monster and I want to jump across the aisle and throttle her. I wonder where I can hide the body.
I wait about ten minutes. She only gets louder. I can't take it any more.
I shush her. Really loud, too.
SHHHH!!!
Her head snaps around. She is genuinely horrified. She holds her hand up and whispers, "Sorry! I'm so sorry!"
And she is quiet the rest of the ride home. She talks on the phone the whole way, but I can barely hear her.
Thank you for that. I don't know who you are, or if our paths will ever cross again, but thank you for shushing. Thank you.
Leaving this early (yeah, that's early for me...remember I take the 7:15 in the morning) is a bit of a treat. I'm looking forward to reading my book on the train, then going home, vegging in front of the television and doing absolutely nothing.
I sit in the front car, second level, alone in the quad by the stairs. There's a woman alone in the quad across from me. She is curled up in her seat, facing the window. She's chatting on the phone. Loudly.
My teeth grind, my jaw aches from the tension. My head is pounding. I can feel myself morph into some raging monster and I want to jump across the aisle and throttle her. I wonder where I can hide the body.
I wait about ten minutes. She only gets louder. I can't take it any more.
I shush her. Really loud, too.
SHHHH!!!
Her head snaps around. She is genuinely horrified. She holds her hand up and whispers, "Sorry! I'm so sorry!"
And she is quiet the rest of the ride home. She talks on the phone the whole way, but I can barely hear her.
Thank you for that. I don't know who you are, or if our paths will ever cross again, but thank you for shushing. Thank you.
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