BOSTON = FAIL
I am SO OVER BOSTON.
Boston, you are ANNOYING and INCONVENIENT. You are NOT a city -- you are a pile of piss-poor, backwater, provincial towns barely held together with chewing gum and string.
A CITY operates 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Full stop. A CITY has a public transit system that GOES EVERYWHERE and operates for at LEAST an hour after last call at the bars because in a CITY YOU SHOULD NOT NEED A CAR TO GET AROUND. In a CITY, I could go out at 3:30 a.m. and find a pack of cigarettes, a six-pack of beer and a spinach and feta omelet within three blocks of my home. In a CITY, I could find a wood-oven bakery, a quality butcher and a proper fishmonger that are open EVERY DAY until WELL INTO THE EVENING without having to schlep from the North End to the waterfront and back again. There would be decent gay bars in every neighborhood and drag queens in Midtown at noon.
In a CITY, I could find a decent fucking shrink --
okay, here's the catalyst for this rant. My pill-shrink's office has moved to a very inconvenient location. AND he's cutting back his hours to one day a week, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. I was on the phone with him and I was like WTF, don't you realize people have to WORK? And he's like, can't you take off during the day for an appointment? And I'm like THAT IS NOT THE POINT! I pointed out that if instead of 10-5 he shifted his office hours to accommodate early appointments and/or evening appointments LIKE THEY DO IN NYC he'd be doing a great service to patients. But he's just not interested in that, is he? Noooooo.
It was nearly impossible for me to find a pill-shrink in this piss-poor excuse for a city. It has been ABSOLUTELY impossible for me to find a therapist who is conveniently located AND has reasonable hours. What is the matter with this place? In NYC you can't SPIT without hitting three shrinks! I am NOT looking forward to going through the whole fucking rigamarole of finding a new shrink AGAIN and trotting out my sordid history AGAIN, especially considering how much trouble it was to find this one! So instead I have to re-arrange my entire day and leave the office for a chunk in the middle of the day and travel to the arse-end of nowhere just to get the prescriptions that are supposed to enable me to -- HOLY JEEZ -- have a normal life and maintain the very same STEADY FUCKING JOB that this guy is asking me to re-arrange to suit HIS convenience!
I am fucking FUMING. I am SO OVER BOSTON. I have tried to accept this pathetic town on its own merits but I'm slowly realizing I can't FIND any merits. This place SUCKS, okay? I've said it and I'm not taking it back. I know I'm going to be stuck here for at least a few more years until the economy rebounds and I can save up enough money to move again, but I have decided I am NOT staying here any longer than I have to. Most likely I'm going back to NYC, but I'm also going to look into San Francisco, where at least they have a frickin' idea of WHAT A CITY REALLY IS.
THE BOSTON EXPERIMENT IS OFFICIALLY OVER. From now on, I'm just marking time.
Boston, you are ANNOYING and INCONVENIENT. You are NOT a city -- you are a pile of piss-poor, backwater, provincial towns barely held together with chewing gum and string.
A CITY operates 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Full stop. A CITY has a public transit system that GOES EVERYWHERE and operates for at LEAST an hour after last call at the bars because in a CITY YOU SHOULD NOT NEED A CAR TO GET AROUND. In a CITY, I could go out at 3:30 a.m. and find a pack of cigarettes, a six-pack of beer and a spinach and feta omelet within three blocks of my home. In a CITY, I could find a wood-oven bakery, a quality butcher and a proper fishmonger that are open EVERY DAY until WELL INTO THE EVENING without having to schlep from the North End to the waterfront and back again. There would be decent gay bars in every neighborhood and drag queens in Midtown at noon.
In a CITY, I could find a decent fucking shrink --
okay, here's the catalyst for this rant. My pill-shrink's office has moved to a very inconvenient location. AND he's cutting back his hours to one day a week, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. I was on the phone with him and I was like WTF, don't you realize people have to WORK? And he's like, can't you take off during the day for an appointment? And I'm like THAT IS NOT THE POINT! I pointed out that if instead of 10-5 he shifted his office hours to accommodate early appointments and/or evening appointments LIKE THEY DO IN NYC he'd be doing a great service to patients. But he's just not interested in that, is he? Noooooo.
It was nearly impossible for me to find a pill-shrink in this piss-poor excuse for a city. It has been ABSOLUTELY impossible for me to find a therapist who is conveniently located AND has reasonable hours. What is the matter with this place? In NYC you can't SPIT without hitting three shrinks! I am NOT looking forward to going through the whole fucking rigamarole of finding a new shrink AGAIN and trotting out my sordid history AGAIN, especially considering how much trouble it was to find this one! So instead I have to re-arrange my entire day and leave the office for a chunk in the middle of the day and travel to the arse-end of nowhere just to get the prescriptions that are supposed to enable me to -- HOLY JEEZ -- have a normal life and maintain the very same STEADY FUCKING JOB that this guy is asking me to re-arrange to suit HIS convenience!
I am fucking FUMING. I am SO OVER BOSTON. I have tried to accept this pathetic town on its own merits but I'm slowly realizing I can't FIND any merits. This place SUCKS, okay? I've said it and I'm not taking it back. I know I'm going to be stuck here for at least a few more years until the economy rebounds and I can save up enough money to move again, but I have decided I am NOT staying here any longer than I have to. Most likely I'm going back to NYC, but I'm also going to look into San Francisco, where at least they have a frickin' idea of WHAT A CITY REALLY IS.
THE BOSTON EXPERIMENT IS OFFICIALLY OVER. From now on, I'm just marking time.