Amongst the masses: Day #1

I took the bus in this morning. Actually two buses.

I left the house at abour 7:45 and as I was crossing the street to the bus stop, the bus showed up. (Technically I was planning on catching the 8:11, but the 7:4? would do fine.) I find it funny that a bus driver can recognize that slightly worried, "I need this light so I can catch the bus" look from a block away. I figured he'd most likely drive right past me, but no, he stopped and let me run accross the street.

The first bus was mostly empty. And I discovered one of the joys of the new MTA, the bus announces the upcoming stops. "Now approaching Victory & Lankershim". *woot* I didn't have to try to read street signs or be paranoid about missing my stop.(Something I always do, the first time I take a new bus route.)

The second bus, I had to wait for for a while. I suspect that I had just missed one. However, not a big deal, as I was actually early and the bus that came was the one I was originally scheduled to take. (The 8:20 or something like that.) This one was much more what I've come to expect from public transportation - hopelessly crowded and smelling of the unwashed masses. Well, actually it smelled of the man next to me who was holding on to the railing above his head with both hands. (I'm still not sure if it was a blessing that I was taller than him, or if that just meant all the scent wafted up to me.) Once I was able to move towards the back of the bus, I was treated to various perfumes/colognes. Luckily nothing was terribly overbearing or rancid and the bus' air system actually was quite helpful. I also noticed that this bus had an elevated back half. (I think the alt. fuel motor was under the seats in the back. The benefit of that was a tall ceiling, which meant that despite the crowd, there was no sense of clausterphobia.

We arrived at the train station at about 8:25. Which meant that when I got downstairs, there was a train waiting and I actually got to work 10 minutes earlier than usual, because I caught the earlier train. We'll see what happens tommorrow, when I catch the eastbound bus.

Meme-sheepage ('cause it looked like fun)

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Trained up right?

I was daydreaming on my lunchtime walkies, like you do, and it was a "rescue me" scenario. The details are unimportand and sound infinitely stupid when shared. Essentially, I was put in a position where I could not get myself home in the middle of a workday.

I didn't want to pull Patch away from the office, so I started to think of which friends I could call who are underemployed or otherwise not normally locked in a building every day. My brain immediately lists executivegoth, mlerules, ebony_sphinx and finally (with some trepedation 'cause of the mom-thing and the always-busy-thing) stacymckenna. Only later, while I'm constructing the fantasy dialog with executivegoth does it dawn on me that I could call... my mother!

So now I'm wondering why in god's name my mother wasn't one of the first people to come to mind. Well, let us examine the evidence: A)Mommy trained me when she started working to always call my father to come get me out of school. He was always closer and my mother was a teacher and felt she would be to greatly missed if she left work. B)I have trained myself not to call my parents the instant I need help. I'm an independent adult and can get myself out of whatever mess I put myself in. Dammit! Or at least I do my best immitation thereof. C)My mother is recently retired, so I haven't gotten used to the idea that she is free during the day.(See point A - as a note: point A is also my rationale behind my who to call list.)

Hmmmm...strange things in my brain.

I miss faire.

It has become obvious to me I miss faire. I'm researching Elizebethan word usuage. *sigh* Time to start reading Shakespeare and Netflix (or buy) Rosencrantz & Gildenstern are dead.

Amongst the masses: Day 1 (part II)

Well, the bus ride home was... uneventful. However, I must add the disclaimer that I'm a little peeved at having it sprung on me. "Hi honey, I'm busy running errand XYZ and won't be able to pick you up. You can find your way home, right?" *Hhrmph* Yes, I can, but after 20 minutes of waiting in the cold, I don't have to fucking like it. *grumble*

Note: I don't mind that he was stuck running an errand. I just wish he'd told me this morning, sent me an email or in some other way notified me: "Hey I have an errand to run that may cause me not to be able to pick you up." Then I could have been pleasantly surprised when it turned out that he could make it.