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There is no fall here. And no thunderstorms.
the weather here feels like tim butrtons suburbia..so pleasant its disturbing.
Saturdays I work tiull 130 am. At that point there is no fast bus home (to downtown from santa monica), so in contrast to the 45 minute ride in, I've got a crazyhomelessperson filled 2 hour ride home....and then a 10 or 20 minute walk back.
Everyone out here shudders when I mention that, because of the huge homeless population. The idea of walking around downtown during the DAY makes dome of them nervous (which is honestly just dumb)however, I've never been approached at all by someone poor begging cajoling or threatening me at night. Really, most of them (and really, you have to see twnt city to believe it, the #s are staggering)MOST just want to be left alone. Nope, its the creepy guys drifting past the deserted streets slowing down and pulling over hopefully who scare me. The giant white hummers that silently circle the otherwise empty block I'm walking down...the poor people don't scare me, the rich ones do.
Anyway, that was just background...the point is, I actually had to yell (YELL!) 3 times at this guy before hed go away last night (no you fucker I'm neither geTting in nor giving you my #!), it was damned chilly for my flimsy long sleeved shirt, and I,d just endured an overairconditioned bus ride with someone rapping loudly(and badly) the last 15 minutes of the trip.
I got in at 345, no problem since I don't work till 415 today...it sucks ass when I have to open on sundays (8 am so I've got to be on the bus @ 7, 20 minute walk so up at 6...yeah, we call that clopening)
ANYway, closed at 130, 45 minute wait for the bus, hour 1/2 ride home, 15 minute walk, dealing with creeps, home around 4, fine, at leas I can sleep, right?
FUCKING WRONG
845 in the morning there's a 'domestic' dispute, loud enough for the slaps to echo off the walls of the factoey across the street, YELLING for an hour as I tried desperately to ignore their genuine heartbreaking heartfelt couples fight. I closed my window burrowing under the covers moaning "just go away", but wanting to scream out my window "I got in at 3!! let me fucking sleep!"
About an hour later, when theuy stopped, I was already hopelessly awake. 4 1/2 hour of sleep, and I'm working till 1230 tonight, hopping on the bus home,and opening on monday.
God, I'd kill for some am diner food right now
Ps: it was steves birthday yesterday
the weather here feels like tim butrtons suburbia..so pleasant its disturbing.
Saturdays I work tiull 130 am. At that point there is no fast bus home (to downtown from santa monica), so in contrast to the 45 minute ride in, I've got a crazyhomelessperson filled 2 hour ride home....and then a 10 or 20 minute walk back.
Everyone out here shudders when I mention that, because of the huge homeless population. The idea of walking around downtown during the DAY makes dome of them nervous (which is honestly just dumb)however, I've never been approached at all by someone poor begging cajoling or threatening me at night. Really, most of them (and really, you have to see twnt city to believe it, the #s are staggering)MOST just want to be left alone. Nope, its the creepy guys drifting past the deserted streets slowing down and pulling over hopefully who scare me. The giant white hummers that silently circle the otherwise empty block I'm walking down...the poor people don't scare me, the rich ones do.
Anyway, that was just background...the point is, I actually had to yell (YELL!) 3 times at this guy before hed go away last night (no you fucker I'm neither geTting in nor giving you my #!), it was damned chilly for my flimsy long sleeved shirt, and I,d just endured an overairconditioned bus ride with someone rapping loudly(and badly) the last 15 minutes of the trip.
I got in at 345, no problem since I don't work till 415 today...it sucks ass when I have to open on sundays (8 am so I've got to be on the bus @ 7, 20 minute walk so up at 6...yeah, we call that clopening)
ANYway, closed at 130, 45 minute wait for the bus, hour 1/2 ride home, 15 minute walk, dealing with creeps, home around 4, fine, at leas I can sleep, right?
FUCKING WRONG
845 in the morning there's a 'domestic' dispute, loud enough for the slaps to echo off the walls of the factoey across the street, YELLING for an hour as I tried desperately to ignore their genuine heartbreaking heartfelt couples fight. I closed my window burrowing under the covers moaning "just go away", but wanting to scream out my window "I got in at 3!! let me fucking sleep!"
About an hour later, when theuy stopped, I was already hopelessly awake. 4 1/2 hour of sleep, and I'm working till 1230 tonight, hopping on the bus home,and opening on monday.
God, I'd kill for some am diner food right now
Ps: it was steves birthday yesterday