Tick, tick, tick
I finlly took a train today.
The trip went smoothly, except, er, for those ticket machines. The machine at Penn Station wanted fifteen bucks for a metro card. It asked how many trips I wanted on the metro card, "11....20...40?" I don't need that many trips!, was all I could think. I must've stared at the machine for several minutes figuring out how to get one small ticket. If the Chinese man walking by did not inform me "you no need ticket! pay upstairs." then I might've wasted an entire 15 dollars!
Ah, but on the bright side, I am in Jersey City and not lost in NYC. So here I am, sitting in an empty office with a stack of SAT books, a computer and peanut rice balls.
The silence here is quite eerie. In a working state, silence does not bother me at all. I hear the clock in the other room ticking though. You'd think in a busy place like Jersey City clients would happily pass by because they need taxes. But nope, three hours and not a single sound. Except for the handsome Filipino postman who could be happily married. (Aw, that makes me a filthy person) No wonder my uncle left this job, sitting here is unbearably boring! Darn, I should've brought The Departed and watched it on the computer. I need some male hottness (Leo and Matt) to spice up this monotonous job.
Tonight, I'm also in-training for a real job. I was offered a job to be a hostess at a diner. It's usually a busy place and requires outgoingness, depite my timid and shy personality. So who knows if I can even handle it? I can't believe I got it right when I asked. On Saturday, the guy at the counter just asked to, "Come back Tuesday at five. Then I'll train you to be a hostess." I'm almost suspicious, but excited....:/
The trip went smoothly, except, er, for those ticket machines. The machine at Penn Station wanted fifteen bucks for a metro card. It asked how many trips I wanted on the metro card, "11....20...40?" I don't need that many trips!, was all I could think. I must've stared at the machine for several minutes figuring out how to get one small ticket. If the Chinese man walking by did not inform me "you no need ticket! pay upstairs." then I might've wasted an entire 15 dollars!
Ah, but on the bright side, I am in Jersey City and not lost in NYC. So here I am, sitting in an empty office with a stack of SAT books, a computer and peanut rice balls.
The silence here is quite eerie. In a working state, silence does not bother me at all. I hear the clock in the other room ticking though. You'd think in a busy place like Jersey City clients would happily pass by because they need taxes. But nope, three hours and not a single sound. Except for the handsome Filipino postman who could be happily married. (Aw, that makes me a filthy person) No wonder my uncle left this job, sitting here is unbearably boring! Darn, I should've brought The Departed and watched it on the computer. I need some male hottness (Leo and Matt) to spice up this monotonous job.
Tonight, I'm also in-training for a real job. I was offered a job to be a hostess at a diner. It's usually a busy place and requires outgoingness, depite my timid and shy personality. So who knows if I can even handle it? I can't believe I got it right when I asked. On Saturday, the guy at the counter just asked to, "Come back Tuesday at five. Then I'll train you to be a hostess." I'm almost suspicious, but excited....:/