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May 13th, 2005

book review [May. 13th, 2005|09:47 am]
Angelic Fruitcake
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |click of keyboard, shuffle of paper]

nice review. i want to check out this book...

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a few changes on my daily journey to work: [May. 13th, 2005|01:14 pm]
Angelic Fruitcake
[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |click of keyboard, shuffle of paper]

the blind guy hasn't been around to catch the bus for almost a week. it's weird, i was never even part of his life because he didn't see me, but he was part of mine. i was always watching for him. there was a middle-aged man with the white baseball cap also hasn't been around. i haven't seen the tall, pretty brown boy with the pants belted around the apple of his ass. he wasn't going to school that late, so he must be older than he looks. he looks like a teen. he was funny and sprinted onto the bus one day with a toothbrush in his mouth.

my three african princesses were sporadic busmates to begin with. i don't know what country they're from, but they wear no veils, no headdress. two of them pulled their thick wavy brown hair in a bun or thick braid at the napes of their necks. their almond-shaped eyes are framed w/lashes so thick that they don't need eyeliner. the other, who they ran into at the stop where i catch my third bus, has a thick braid on the crown of her head with two smaller braids above her ears all pulled back in a band at the back of her neck. they chat in their native language. i don't think they're related. perhaps the main two. at any rate, i haven't seen their pretty faces lately.

also missing: the professional-looking little asian lady who used to board the bus with me in downtown minneapolis. she fooled me that first ride, speaking aloud in a foreign language before i noticed the little device in her ear and the cord hanging from it. i wonder who she was chatting to all those days. for the whole bus ride, no less!

there's also the black conspiracy theory guy who speaks loudly to the east indian (?) guy in hyperbolic terms about how messed up the states are. they were pretty sporadic, though. perhaps they'll show next week?

the regular who did show was a guy who rides from st. paul to downtown minneapolis and gets off before me. i think he's developmentally disabled or something. he can be loud. he swears at inappropriate times. he shows a sort of lack of control or something. only slightly, though. he always says hi to another guy on the bus: "hi, sam!" "hi, jerry!". i try not to be intrusive and stare too hard, so i haven't figured out who is who. anyway, sam/jerry -- he either has no sense of balance or intentionally flops around when the bus driver makes the slightest turn or hits the smallest bump. he jostles in his seat and bumps against the person next to him. i always make sure i'm not next to him.

you've got to entertain yourself when you spend an hour and a half going from bus to bus to get to work. my co-worker annoyed me, too. yesterday she left without saying anything to me. generally she gives me a ride to the light rail. i don't feel she *has* to. i *pay* her a bit for going a bit out of her way (the light rail isn't too far from her place). but if she's been doing it for 20 days and then leaves without a word, i wonder what happened. i have no issue reversing the long ride home, but tell me *something*. i was looking around for her for 20 minutes and decided i didn't want to be getting home at 10p. so i just caught the bus. so this morning she just says that she had a class for the red cross and that she's a bad communicator. duh. the second thing that annoyed me was that she spent half an hour on the internet trying to pay a bill. it didn't work. then *another* half an hour on the phone as orders are coming in and for a while i'm the only one processing them. to be sure, i obviously spend time on the internet at work, but *not* when the printer is vomiting orders so profusely. perhaps i should just deal with getting home at quarter to 8 at night. it just annoys me that there's about 13 hours of my day going to, at, or coming from work. not fun. i'll see what happens tonight. if there's too much weirdness with her taking me, i'll have to deal with the bus.
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o-rings and other things [May. 13th, 2005|04:40 pm]
Angelic Fruitcake
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |click of keyboard, shuffle of paper]

we sell o-rings at this joint. O-RINGS! i nearly laughed out loud. when i worked at my last job with claytonium, he would go to the bathroom at the same time everyday to take a crap. he would harrangue me with the details: "ohhh, i think there was a little blood" or "that was a gooshy one" or "i almost blew out my o-ring!". he had me rolling on the floor, laughing and saying: "you're not supposed to *force* them, clay" or "poor baby, how's your butt?"

*shrug* you can guess by the scatalogical nature of our interactions that i met him when he was 19 years old. he's 22 now. my big strong guy. i'm an old lady who's not easily offended by the "youngsters".
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