Colfax? It's just another street.
So, yeah, I haven't really had a chance, the energy, or the gumption to update in about a month, but here I go.
I passed my CDL test, and now have an official commercial driver's license with passenger and airbrake endorsements, and I'm now in my fifth week of training as a bus operator. I really shouldn't say more than that about my job, except that the hours suck but the pay is good. However, I'm exhausted, and I have a beer and a half in me, and I'm feeling chatty. It's RANDOM THOUGHTS time!
RANDOM THOUGHT #1:
I really do feel grateful that somehow, in this entirely fucked economy, I managed to get a job with benefits, and I'm not hating it. I drove Colfax Avenue today, which is apparently one of the longest (if not THE longest) continuous streets in North America. It's notorious for drug dealers and hookers and the like, but I didn't think it was that bad. Of course, I didn't go the whole length, just a good third of it or so. Probably the middle third. I drove the western third on Tuesday, which I didn't think was that bad either. It's just a matter of what you make of it: if you're scared of it, it will be scary; if you think of it as dinner and a show, it will be entertaining! I had a good time, actually. However, it still baffles me that I am so lucky, and I keep expecting my luck to run out.
RANDOM THOUGHT #2:
I realize I'm utterly crazy when I say this, and that probably everyone else thinks I'm a moron, but it took me 29 years and an ugly polyester uniform to make me realize that I'm pretty and people treat me differently because of it. What about this time and place made me aware of this? I have no fucking idea. However, I'm also just barely sane enough to realize that if I dwell on this people will assume I've gone conceited and stop talking to me. I'm just so weirded out by this realization that I had to mention it.
RANDOM THOUGHT #3:
Split shifts are the curse of the devil. I've been getting up at 3am for more than half the week, and then I leave the house by 4am, and I don't get back to my house until after 7pm. However, tomorrow I work from 5pm until 1am, which means I have to stay awake for as long as I possibly can so I don't crash out early tomorrow. I think I'm hitting hallucination stage, but it could be the two beers talking. Seriously, since when did I become a lightweight?
So tired. It's a miracle I'm typing coherently. I am typing coherently, aren't I?
I passed my CDL test, and now have an official commercial driver's license with passenger and airbrake endorsements, and I'm now in my fifth week of training as a bus operator. I really shouldn't say more than that about my job, except that the hours suck but the pay is good. However, I'm exhausted, and I have a beer and a half in me, and I'm feeling chatty. It's RANDOM THOUGHTS time!
RANDOM THOUGHT #1:
I really do feel grateful that somehow, in this entirely fucked economy, I managed to get a job with benefits, and I'm not hating it. I drove Colfax Avenue today, which is apparently one of the longest (if not THE longest) continuous streets in North America. It's notorious for drug dealers and hookers and the like, but I didn't think it was that bad. Of course, I didn't go the whole length, just a good third of it or so. Probably the middle third. I drove the western third on Tuesday, which I didn't think was that bad either. It's just a matter of what you make of it: if you're scared of it, it will be scary; if you think of it as dinner and a show, it will be entertaining! I had a good time, actually. However, it still baffles me that I am so lucky, and I keep expecting my luck to run out.
RANDOM THOUGHT #2:
I realize I'm utterly crazy when I say this, and that probably everyone else thinks I'm a moron, but it took me 29 years and an ugly polyester uniform to make me realize that I'm pretty and people treat me differently because of it. What about this time and place made me aware of this? I have no fucking idea. However, I'm also just barely sane enough to realize that if I dwell on this people will assume I've gone conceited and stop talking to me. I'm just so weirded out by this realization that I had to mention it.
RANDOM THOUGHT #3:
Split shifts are the curse of the devil. I've been getting up at 3am for more than half the week, and then I leave the house by 4am, and I don't get back to my house until after 7pm. However, tomorrow I work from 5pm until 1am, which means I have to stay awake for as long as I possibly can so I don't crash out early tomorrow. I think I'm hitting hallucination stage, but it could be the two beers talking. Seriously, since when did I become a lightweight?
So tired. It's a miracle I'm typing coherently. I am typing coherently, aren't I?