FML

May. 25th, 2015 03:05 pm
railenthe: (Default)
 Bus driver was:
 
• speeding
• missed my stop even though I pulled a stop in advance
• and didn't wait for me to clear out before taking off. 
• Both I and my laptop are okay
• but my glasses are not. 
FML, amirite? 
 
And yes, I'm that close to the screen to see it. 
 
I have a pair I looted years ago in a similar situation that is close enough to my prescription for government work until I can afford the new lenses and frames... Provided this shit doesn't happen again.

Also, now I look like this. 

I can't see, man. 
railenthe: (Default)
 
• Nine minutes has never been a quality nap
• I'm groggier than the first wake up 
• Who the hell thought nine minutes was a good idea
• It's been proven scientifically that this disrupts the sleep cycle 
Seriously, who the hell looked at nine minutes and then thought "AH YES, THE PERFECT NAP IN THE MORNING"
 
...Good morning, I'm mildly sleep deprived, how are you? 
railenthe: (Default)
 YOU WILL FREEZE. 

THE WIND WILL TAUNT YOU. 

THE THERMOSTAT READS 84°F. 

YOUR BODY READS 48°F. 

AND YOUR HAIR IS SCREWED. 

THE BUS DRIVER DOES NOT CARE IF YOU ARE SOAKED. THE AIR CONDITIONING IS ON. 

BRR. 
railenthe: wtf!Cloud (wtf)
The building that I live in can be described as bootleg. But I bet you didn't know that some of my neighbors can be as well.

One of them has been a thorn in my side—or nose—for weeks now.

This guy, well he smells.

Like... Hereally smells. He stomach-flippingly stinks.

Every morning, at the 0702 bus, he'd be there waiting, and the rest of us would wonder what the actual hell that unholy reek was. Slowly, one by one we would figure it out and adjust our idle positions, trying to figure out how to avoid it. But the stink is so very overpowering that often it didn't help.

I used to have a coworker who lived near me who caught the same bus. One day—my day off—she apparently rather bluntly let him know by handing him a six pack of Zest brand soap. It worked for a time, as he was no longer a menace to the olfactory sense for several months.

But in recent months, the man's stench has been worse than ever. People waiting for the bus now keep a wide berth around him, clearing out when the wind adjusts, and sometimes waiting a block up or down to escape. There is a race to and out of seats on the bus so that one doesn't have to walk through the stink cloud. Hell, drivers have had to open windows to mitigate the problem. Myself, I blow one big cloud to test the wind and stand out of his fallout zone.

Sometimes, though, you can't dodge it. And that's when you SCRUB ALL YOUR SKIN OFF IN THE BATH.

If he flips my stomach over again, I'm taking a page from my old coworker's handbook and getting him a family pack of Irish Spring soap. Because, dude, you are a grown-ass man. You should not be walking around (AT YOUR WORK! He's got a job!) smelling like an actual donkey's ass.
railenthe: (Excited!)

Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but sometimes, when I’ve got nothing better to do that day, I like to take the long way home. This usually means catching the bus instead of the lightrail train. As an example, a destination that normally takes about 40 minutes to get to from point A to point B can take twice as long if I take the winding bus route there instead of the (relatively) straight shot on the train. It gives me time to relax, and on days where my brain isn’t playing tricks on me and making me see scorpions that don’t exist or think that anything with a Y-chromosome is out to put its hands on me in places I didn’t expressly approve of—it gives me time to people watch.

On one of these trips, I once found out about a neat trick that has become one of my favorite fitness cheat-tips—if you’re short of food or money, you can stretch a morning’s meal by chasing it with a tablespoon and a half of chia seeds and two FULL GLASSES OF WATER (that’s very important—the chia seeds will soak up everything and expand in your stomach). This trick got me through work, through grocery shopping, and home without trying to figure out a way to eat uncooked bison meat without getting food poisoning.

What can I say, I work better with a bit of red meat in me.

ZOOM! )

ERRG.

Jul. 19th, 2012 03:39 pm
railenthe: (WTF?)
Time: 3:26
Temp: FUCKING 102.

Running errands today smacks of “yo dawg I heard you like heatstroke.” So yeah. No errands.

Sleep deprivation's finally starting to show. Co-worker had to shake me awake, and I was still in “WRITE DOWN THE COFFEE TABLE” mode two hours into the shift. Think I'mma take a rest.

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railenthe: (AWESOMEFACE)


Gonna need to do more research when I get home but I do know Cecil and Rufus are going to have their Hero armor designed by Kefka, who has a habit of talking really quiet—and demonstrating the many many ways that one can destroy a superhero's suit. And this is WITHOUT worrying about the vigilante Kain Highwind...

railenthe: (WTF2)

Work yesterday went awesome.  Got home though and realized that I'd left my keys there.  I turned around and picked them up.

 

And things go progressively more pearshaped after that )

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railenthe: (ticked)

Yes, I have home internet.  So why the bus stop update?  Because I'll probably be here a while.

 

Insert Expletives HERE )

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BRR

Nov. 3rd, 2011 05:03 pm
railenthe: (WTF?)

YAWN.  If it wasn't so damned cold, these errands would be a real snooze.

 

They still kinda are... )

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railenthe: (Okay then)


I write this on a bus, firmly ensconced in a traffic jam.

 

Bus horns are...decidedly unmusical. )

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railenthe: (AWESOMEFACE)

A long day at work, and a wicked case of weather—these two things conspire together to keep me from getting where I'm going.

 

Luckily I am not so easily thwarted.  Though easily half my money be already spent, I do have something to show for it.

 

Well, aside from the mental image of Kuja having a Marilyn moment in the wind, dandy skirt a-fly.

You know you want to click this. )

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railenthe: (WTF2)


Why yes, it's another running commentary.

INCOMING )




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railenthe: (WTF2)

On the way to work I set up my phone for easy uploads of interesting crap.

 

Like these crabapples.  They'd be pretty enough to eat except I have no idea if they are even edible.

 

Pretty stuff.

 

But the search for stuff reminded me of something I usually avoid:  webs.  And nests.

 

Specifically, bagworm nests.

Whut? )

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railenthe: (WTF?)

11:08 AM.  The office is full of people talking in soft voices, a counterpoint to the healthcare channel stock loop. 

TICKTOCKTICKTOCK... )

railenthe: (Beat)

So.

 

Since I still don't have the internet, I've gotten my mitts on the mobile app.  I've also begun planning the return of the internet.  It occurs to me that I might have to replace the thing myself-- it would be cheaper and if I could get it across somehow without it seeming like a move...

 

Of course first I have to find my computer cable.  I'm not sure what I did with it.

 

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railenthe: (Default)
No router.
As I look at the empty bar I know what needs to be done. Typing on a phone on a screen is a bit tricky.

Time to see a lady about a router.


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railenthe: (Default)
 

Saturdays aren’t supposed to be this exciting!


 

So, I just got home.


 

My bus was in the middle of a shooting. It’s full of near-holes and actual holes, one of them dangerously close to the fuel tank. The bus has been taken to the garage, after a second was called in to finish the route.


 

All of the riders are fine. Tornado drill—duck and cover—also applies to “Hail of Bullets.” The driver’s fairly traumatized, however—not that I can blame her.


 

I’m gonna get a snack and a nap before I do anything else.

railenthe: (TEA)

I am losing the little patience that I have left with my job. 

Audience: It can't be THAT bad… )

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