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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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."
Monday, July 18, 2011
The quiet car can't be implemented fast enough.
The entire way home, I had to listen to a mother talking on the phone to god-knows-who. She was in the quad next to the stairs. I was at the opposite end. The OPPOSITE END!!! And I could still hear her conversation.
Her mangy kids were shouting and carrying on. They couldn't all sit in the same quad. No! One brat had to sit in the quad with his mom and SHOUT to his brother over in the quad opposite.
Then the little girl started singing.
Now, I like me a good show tune now and again, but not on the GO Train and not when I caught the 7:01 to come to work and I'm going home on the 18:43.
To top it all off (cuz, let's face it, every sundae should have a cherry) the geek in front of me pretending to read the newspaper kept sniffling. And not just sniffling, but sucking back boogers with a ferocity that would have made the Dyson guy proud.
I wanted to move. Don't think I didn't consider it. But oddly enough, the train is pretty full at that time, and I'm a firm believer in the phrase "better the devil you know".
So I plugged in my ear buds, zoned out, and imagined where I'd hide the bodies while I listened to Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.
The entire way home, I had to listen to a mother talking on the phone to god-knows-who. She was in the quad next to the stairs. I was at the opposite end. The OPPOSITE END!!! And I could still hear her conversation.
Her mangy kids were shouting and carrying on. They couldn't all sit in the same quad. No! One brat had to sit in the quad with his mom and SHOUT to his brother over in the quad opposite.
Then the little girl started singing.
Now, I like me a good show tune now and again, but not on the GO Train and not when I caught the 7:01 to come to work and I'm going home on the 18:43.
To top it all off (cuz, let's face it, every sundae should have a cherry) the geek in front of me pretending to read the newspaper kept sniffling. And not just sniffling, but sucking back boogers with a ferocity that would have made the Dyson guy proud.
I wanted to move. Don't think I didn't consider it. But oddly enough, the train is pretty full at that time, and I'm a firm believer in the phrase "better the devil you know".
So I plugged in my ear buds, zoned out, and imagined where I'd hide the bodies while I listened to Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.
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