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When I'm on the bus I like to just chill out and listen to my music. Especially if I'm on my way to work.
Just zen out and retreat from ... everything.
My normal zen plans were thwarted tonightlast night.
I was wearing one of my pretty hippy skirts (the long patchwork old sari fabric one for those of you who know).
I got on the bus and, before I had even put my metrocard on the machine, the bus driver grabbed my skirt and lifted it up (slightly - only a bit above my knees).
I'm glad I was wearing knee high boots. I don't particularly like my legs - and certainly not while they're being displayed to a bus load of people (fortunately not too full).
She was very lovely and asked me some questions about it - at this point I'm getting a little "gah" because we're kinda holding up the bus. Finally, she lets me go. I wander down the bus to find a seat when she calls out to me and demands I sit where she can talk to me. We spend the rest of the time talking about clothes.
Now, don't get me wrong. She was really lovely (and probably quite bored) but I just really wanted to sit alone and listen to my music. Not talk to some stranger. Especially not when I'm on my way to work where I'll spend most of the night talking to strangers (less so now that I'm the manager's bitch).
On the subject of work. I was overpaid this fortnight. By 43 hours. Yep, that's right. 43.
Crazy. My bank account looks brilliant. Shame I have to give it back.
I might go to bed now. What a novel idea.
xxx
Just zen out and retreat from ... everything.
My normal zen plans were thwarted tonightlast night.
I was wearing one of my pretty hippy skirts (the long patchwork old sari fabric one for those of you who know).
I got on the bus and, before I had even put my metrocard on the machine, the bus driver grabbed my skirt and lifted it up (slightly - only a bit above my knees).
I'm glad I was wearing knee high boots. I don't particularly like my legs - and certainly not while they're being displayed to a bus load of people (fortunately not too full).
She was very lovely and asked me some questions about it - at this point I'm getting a little "gah" because we're kinda holding up the bus. Finally, she lets me go. I wander down the bus to find a seat when she calls out to me and demands I sit where she can talk to me. We spend the rest of the time talking about clothes.
Now, don't get me wrong. She was really lovely (and probably quite bored) but I just really wanted to sit alone and listen to my music. Not talk to some stranger. Especially not when I'm on my way to work where I'll spend most of the night talking to strangers (less so now that I'm the manager's bitch).
On the subject of work. I was overpaid this fortnight. By 43 hours. Yep, that's right. 43.
Crazy. My bank account looks brilliant. Shame I have to give it back.
I might go to bed now. What a novel idea.
xxx