Rapid Transit?
I am feeling a surge of technophilia this morning. I just want to spend a day reformatting my Windows PC at home. Researching on the pros and cons of running my iTunes off an external drive and backing up about 25 gig of MP3's to DVD incase my system crashes anytime soon. I just bought 70 days of privileges on my music pirating site and thanks to my trusty Spin magazine (that I know most scoff at) I am on my way to another 25 gig of new shit I'll have to listen to and judge. My inner nerd is starving.
Work has been work. The two jobs thing is killing me as I've been up at 4:30 every morning this week to get to my consulting gig. I can't pass up the money but the sleep issues are degrading my physical condition. No matter how early I go to bed, I cannot seem to get rested. It's maddening. I felt about to pass out on the El home last night and I am gaining all that extra weight back with my poor eating habits. Pull it together man!
Speaking of the El, I am in the right mind to send a letter to the CTA about how shitty their service is (as always). I waited almost a half hour for a bus on Irving Park this morning because I thought taking the Red line might be faster. When one finally came, I went through the "express" line and flashed my card across the sensor and sat down, only to have people gesturing that the driver was calling me back up to swipe again. Now, I know it accepted my card the first time because it beeped and the lights flashed like it always does. But, this is the third time I've had to go up and re-swipe. If the CTA website actually updated their info in a timely manner I'd be able to see two swipes on the bus this morning.
It's just irritating. Then the Red line pulled out just as I got on the platform because the bus driver was moving so slow down Irving Park. Then the next train I got on sat at Jackson for five minutes. I don't understand the CTA and being who I am I can only assume it is somehow due to incompetence on their end that things aren't 'moving'. How hard is it to pull into a station and then pull out of a station? It's not rocket science.
Then to top it off, some derelict woman in the Roosevelt station is begging me for money this morning, looking all helpless and waving her hand around in my direction and then mumbles some racist comment when I walk past her. She's black. I'm white. She can say something racist about me being white but dare I not say anything about her in return. Because since I am white it must mean I have money and I am well off and just don't want to share it with her or her oppressed people. Fuck off cunt.
I haven't felt this testy since before I started on the Zoloft. God, I missed being miserable all the time. Fricken drugs. I can only hope now for a psychotic episode where I slaughter everyone in my office. "I'm sorry detective... I am just coming off my Zoloft."
Work has been work. The two jobs thing is killing me as I've been up at 4:30 every morning this week to get to my consulting gig. I can't pass up the money but the sleep issues are degrading my physical condition. No matter how early I go to bed, I cannot seem to get rested. It's maddening. I felt about to pass out on the El home last night and I am gaining all that extra weight back with my poor eating habits. Pull it together man!
Speaking of the El, I am in the right mind to send a letter to the CTA about how shitty their service is (as always). I waited almost a half hour for a bus on Irving Park this morning because I thought taking the Red line might be faster. When one finally came, I went through the "express" line and flashed my card across the sensor and sat down, only to have people gesturing that the driver was calling me back up to swipe again. Now, I know it accepted my card the first time because it beeped and the lights flashed like it always does. But, this is the third time I've had to go up and re-swipe. If the CTA website actually updated their info in a timely manner I'd be able to see two swipes on the bus this morning.
It's just irritating. Then the Red line pulled out just as I got on the platform because the bus driver was moving so slow down Irving Park. Then the next train I got on sat at Jackson for five minutes. I don't understand the CTA and being who I am I can only assume it is somehow due to incompetence on their end that things aren't 'moving'. How hard is it to pull into a station and then pull out of a station? It's not rocket science.
Then to top it off, some derelict woman in the Roosevelt station is begging me for money this morning, looking all helpless and waving her hand around in my direction and then mumbles some racist comment when I walk past her. She's black. I'm white. She can say something racist about me being white but dare I not say anything about her in return. Because since I am white it must mean I have money and I am well off and just don't want to share it with her or her oppressed people. Fuck off cunt.
I haven't felt this testy since before I started on the Zoloft. God, I missed being miserable all the time. Fricken drugs. I can only hope now for a psychotic episode where I slaughter everyone in my office. "I'm sorry detective... I am just coming off my Zoloft."