Whoops

I kind of abandoned this blog in favor of my regular site. Devoting myself to setting that one up the way I wanted. Well... now I've done it and while I post to it, I already want to change it again. God, I'm fickle.

I started a new job in October and while I'm back to commuting hell again.. it's only a 25 minute train ride and probably 10-15 minutes of walking. So not too bad. but nothing will beat the 4 minute commute I used to have. However, this job is SO VERY worth the travel time.

I am considering moving again. Hah! Not to minimize my commute, though that'd be pretty nice if I could swing it. I just don't like my apartment anymore. Even though I've only been here since October. Any fixes that need doing take forever and a lot of botching on my part. While the inside of my apartment is nice.. the lobby is pretty much disgusting. I notice that the building where the admin office is situated, is extremely well-maintained. I guess the rest of us are peons who don't deserve a clean lobby.

So yeah... moving again, but this time I will choose better and ask more and inspect things way more closely.

By the way...

Montreal is getting so much snow this Winter that I am starting to hate it. I want to break up with the snow. So very tired of it. Also... adding to the frustration... my favorite boots BROKE a week ago and I had to replace them. With GIRLY boots. My old one's were combat boots and I freaking ADORED those things.

They were warm, virtually slip-free on the ice, they looked scary (but in a good way.. and even when I was dressed up - a skirt with combat boots peeking out.. smokin' hot!) and they just all around rocked. I like their replacements (I couldn't wait around to find another pair of perfect combats).. girly as they are. The only feature my new boots don't have is that they aren't that warm.

Also.. my snappy pleather coat has a KEY button missing. It used to fall off all the time. I guess I pull on them too hard. I was always lucky enough to not lose the buttons when I pulled them off, but this past week (the boots and my coat were in cahoots, damnit!) I lost the button in a deep pile of snow.. UNDER A TRAIN! Grrr.

I cannot find a suitable replacement either.

Bugger!

Am I crazy?

Probably... BUT...

Am I over-sensitive? Probably. Am I impatient? Oh Christ, yes.

Still, my morning commute really gets under my skin. More to the point, the other people commuting along with me get under my skin.

I should mention that I am not bolting from place to place with high rates of speed or anything, but unlike a good 75% of my fellow commuters, I am not standing about staring at the sky or the wall either.

I am not one of those people flying up the stairs, unless I'm about to miss a bus.. and even then.. too tired to stair-climb until at least 10:30 a.m.

However, I am one of those people who becomes annoyed when people stop dead in front of me then get angry when I walk into them. Also, if you're meandering around, not really trying to get anywhere, but blocking everyone else who IS trying to get somewhere... then I really hate you. A lot.

I am a big "get out of the way" person. In Malls, subway stations, hospitals.... any other type of building where clear paths are a big deal. I feel like the only one.

I've walked into so many people in the past month that it's not even funny.

Who knows how to teleport??

Share the secret with me! Commuting almost 2 hours a day sucks very much ass!

Public Tranist manners....

Something that seems to be lacking these days. Am I asking too much? Probably.

All week, I've endured these nutjobs who walk into me, bump into me, shove me, trip me or otherwise (more or less unintentionally) try to knock me about during my commute. What is it with these people? Why is it that it is far more important for them to get to work than it is for me to get to work?

This morning was no different than the last 6 or so mornings, with some braintrust stink-eyeing me when *they've* crashed into *me*. Had I crashed into them, tripped them, shoved them, etc., then I would totally deserve the stink-eye. Except in this case I'm going to rant about.

Posh looking chick decides that where I am walking is better and literally HOPS in front of me... mid-stride. So of course, the posh looking idiot gets her heel stepped on or kicked then stops dead and turns to me, about to holler at me, but oh no.. I was having NONE of that. Not on day 6...

First she cuts me off, then wants to berate me for kicking her precious heel?

OH HELL NO...

Posh Chick opens her mouth, but I launch before a sound comes out of her gob:

"What the hell is in your brain? Oatmeal? Do you always cut people off mid-stride and then get angry at them when the laws of physics gets you stepped on? Oh and don't forget the whole screeching to a dead halt right in front of me thing, causing you to get crashed into... no.. don't forget that. Are you going to give ME shit now for YOUR stupidity?"

She just stares... turns and starts walking away and says, "guess not". Well.. in French, but still.

DAMN RIGHT you're not! Woo Hoo!

See what happens when a girl gets stepped on, shoved, squished and cut off all week? She loses it before 9 a.m.!