and just what, exactly, does WP stand for?
Road the train home from Jeffy's, it was nice but slow, so slow!
In England and in France the trains top speed (which it went at ) was 100 or something like that, but in the states, apparently, this is not so.
The train car I was in was filled with chatty and nice people whose conversations I listened in on while editing some poetry on the lap-top. There were two african-american ladies and a little girl in front of me (one's grandaughter and the other's neice apparently) who chatted amiably with a boy sitting in the row next to them and, alternatly, with the woman in front of him. I was even invited in the conversation, it all felt very friendly and nice.
Then two guys got in at one of the stops, they were singing as they came up and sat down next to two Latina girls who they harrased and clearly made uncomfortable for three or four train stops. One had close-cropped hair and the other had a shaved head, on the back of the neck of the one with the shaved head he had tattooed "WP" with a star and some flourishes. Now, I don't normally jump to conclusions but I think the evidence was overwhelming and I wasn't the only one who thought so as the little girl in front of me was moved to the window-seat with her aunt and grandmother sitting on the end while the grandmother whispered, "what else is "wp" supposed to stand for?" they didn't cause trouble, but the tension was there and it seemed like everyone was finally able to breath when they left.
But, after that, we looked for Lions at Shambala and chatted and then got off at Lancaster where it was about a billion degrees out-side. So, not that much different from LA where I had left Jeffy.
I keep looking at Rooms for rent. I'm wary of renting a room but also starting to feel practical about the dangers of falling asleep at the wheel on the way home. Thursdays are the hardest, when I get up at seven a.m. and get home at one a.m. But the last two sundays really kicked my ass, working ten-hour shifts sucks donkey dick, particularly when you are serving. I was totaly exhausted when I got to work yesterday (having been at work untill ten the night before, then driven home, had trouble sleeping, getting right up and driving right back into work) so my tips were deeply affected and i knew they would be. When you are so tired you can't even muster a smile or a sympathetic look, you know you shouldn't be serving for that day.
But, when under the Mike-Tatorship you sorta have to. Deb said it was rediculous to schedule someone in so early and then keep them so late, but what do you do? I did sorta need the money.
On the plus side, Money is looking up (finally!) after a good two weeks and a paycheck in the forecast with almost five hours of overtime on it, i'm getting ahead of the debt thing. yay!
I called Adam today and left information for a rental-house on his cell-phone. Last I heard everyone was still looking for a house to rent and if they are advertising it at the college they must either A) be planning on renting to groups of un-related people or B) trying to rent it at below-market so are appealing to students etc. etc. It didn't have the price listed, but one assumes that it must be a good one, if I had the money i'd rent it, apparenlty it is minutes from Target, the college et. al. So you know it is in a good neighborhood.
Bree seems to be having a crisis and called me all weekend sounding uber-depressed so I'm going to meet up with her for lunch and find out what happened. I really wish I could rent an apartment with her, that would be great. I did spend time assuring her that she could afford much more than she thinks she can and still do the school thing (she may be attending beauty school, which i'm all about, she'd be fab at it, realestate too if she decides to go into that). But I worry about her as she seems to have been depressed for the last week or so and on wednesday I was too tired (and too eager to spend a day at home) to drive out and take care of her.
But i'll try to make-up for that today.
In England and in France the trains top speed (which it went at ) was 100 or something like that, but in the states, apparently, this is not so.
The train car I was in was filled with chatty and nice people whose conversations I listened in on while editing some poetry on the lap-top. There were two african-american ladies and a little girl in front of me (one's grandaughter and the other's neice apparently) who chatted amiably with a boy sitting in the row next to them and, alternatly, with the woman in front of him. I was even invited in the conversation, it all felt very friendly and nice.
Then two guys got in at one of the stops, they were singing as they came up and sat down next to two Latina girls who they harrased and clearly made uncomfortable for three or four train stops. One had close-cropped hair and the other had a shaved head, on the back of the neck of the one with the shaved head he had tattooed "WP" with a star and some flourishes. Now, I don't normally jump to conclusions but I think the evidence was overwhelming and I wasn't the only one who thought so as the little girl in front of me was moved to the window-seat with her aunt and grandmother sitting on the end while the grandmother whispered, "what else is "wp" supposed to stand for?" they didn't cause trouble, but the tension was there and it seemed like everyone was finally able to breath when they left.
But, after that, we looked for Lions at Shambala and chatted and then got off at Lancaster where it was about a billion degrees out-side. So, not that much different from LA where I had left Jeffy.
I keep looking at Rooms for rent. I'm wary of renting a room but also starting to feel practical about the dangers of falling asleep at the wheel on the way home. Thursdays are the hardest, when I get up at seven a.m. and get home at one a.m. But the last two sundays really kicked my ass, working ten-hour shifts sucks donkey dick, particularly when you are serving. I was totaly exhausted when I got to work yesterday (having been at work untill ten the night before, then driven home, had trouble sleeping, getting right up and driving right back into work) so my tips were deeply affected and i knew they would be. When you are so tired you can't even muster a smile or a sympathetic look, you know you shouldn't be serving for that day.
But, when under the Mike-Tatorship you sorta have to. Deb said it was rediculous to schedule someone in so early and then keep them so late, but what do you do? I did sorta need the money.
On the plus side, Money is looking up (finally!) after a good two weeks and a paycheck in the forecast with almost five hours of overtime on it, i'm getting ahead of the debt thing. yay!
I called Adam today and left information for a rental-house on his cell-phone. Last I heard everyone was still looking for a house to rent and if they are advertising it at the college they must either A) be planning on renting to groups of un-related people or B) trying to rent it at below-market so are appealing to students etc. etc. It didn't have the price listed, but one assumes that it must be a good one, if I had the money i'd rent it, apparenlty it is minutes from Target, the college et. al. So you know it is in a good neighborhood.
Bree seems to be having a crisis and called me all weekend sounding uber-depressed so I'm going to meet up with her for lunch and find out what happened. I really wish I could rent an apartment with her, that would be great. I did spend time assuring her that she could afford much more than she thinks she can and still do the school thing (she may be attending beauty school, which i'm all about, she'd be fab at it, realestate too if she decides to go into that). But I worry about her as she seems to have been depressed for the last week or so and on wednesday I was too tired (and too eager to spend a day at home) to drive out and take care of her.
But i'll try to make-up for that today.