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Monday -- you tramp.
Oct. 22nd, 2012 08:17 pmToday started off a little rough -- mostly due to my cluttered Sunday evening. What, with making lunches for the week, dinner, laundry, and general -get-read-for-workweek activities, it was 10pm, and I then decided to change my nail-colour.
NOT the best move ever.
Add in, a new nailpolish that was a bit too runny, and well -- you get the picture. Thinking I was smart, I only put on the first coat, "I'll do the second coat right as soon as I wake up."
And I did -- five times on one nail, because I kept screwing it up, and had to redo it. To the point that I'm fixing it sitting on the train. And given this fussiness of me-ish behaviour, I rushed out (because I had to load my Prestocard for the weeks travel on the Go Train). The end result -- I forgot my gym bag.
Plus side of that -- I got my passport photos and application into the passport office. I'll have a new shiny passport on November 5th. Nine days before I leave for Grove City. (Good, good).
So, where did Monday become a tramp? Let's talk about the uselessness that is GO Transit. How does a pedestrian fatality on the West line (and whosoever that pedestrian was, it had better have been a tragedy that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time because if it was suicide -- you selfish b!@#$%&, I hope you burn in Hell.) Trains were cancelled, rescheduled, delayed from 2pm onwards. I had hoped things would be back to normal by 6pm. Silly me.
I opted to catch the 5:53pm train (East lakeshore) as its express to Pickering. But, the platform looked like a can of sardines past expiration date. And the train itself had been declared to make all stops -- arrived twenty-five minutes later. After two EMPTY trains slid by because they were "out of service" fifteen minutes before. (Grr. Argh.) And then, when the masses (expired sardines) tried to cram into the train -- oh dear heavens -- there is NO way that wasn't a health and safety violation. Wisely, with due thought to the very strong possibility that if I crammed in there, my need to use the washroom would be exponentially increased, I opted for the 6:13pm train -- which was seventeen minutes late. And ALSO made every stop. (Grr. ARGH!) However, mercifully, it was infinitely LESS congested.
Long story short. I left the office at 5:15pm. I got home at 8pm. Monday -- you're not only a tramp, you're quite the bitch too.
NOT the best move ever.
Add in, a new nailpolish that was a bit too runny, and well -- you get the picture. Thinking I was smart, I only put on the first coat, "I'll do the second coat right as soon as I wake up."
And I did -- five times on one nail, because I kept screwing it up, and had to redo it. To the point that I'm fixing it sitting on the train. And given this fussiness of me-ish behaviour, I rushed out (because I had to load my Prestocard for the weeks travel on the Go Train). The end result -- I forgot my gym bag.
Plus side of that -- I got my passport photos and application into the passport office. I'll have a new shiny passport on November 5th. Nine days before I leave for Grove City. (Good, good).
So, where did Monday become a tramp? Let's talk about the uselessness that is GO Transit. How does a pedestrian fatality on the West line (and whosoever that pedestrian was, it had better have been a tragedy that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time because if it was suicide -- you selfish b!@#$%&, I hope you burn in Hell.) Trains were cancelled, rescheduled, delayed from 2pm onwards. I had hoped things would be back to normal by 6pm. Silly me.
I opted to catch the 5:53pm train (East lakeshore) as its express to Pickering. But, the platform looked like a can of sardines past expiration date. And the train itself had been declared to make all stops -- arrived twenty-five minutes later. After two EMPTY trains slid by because they were "out of service" fifteen minutes before. (Grr. Argh.) And then, when the masses (expired sardines) tried to cram into the train -- oh dear heavens -- there is NO way that wasn't a health and safety violation. Wisely, with due thought to the very strong possibility that if I crammed in there, my need to use the washroom would be exponentially increased, I opted for the 6:13pm train -- which was seventeen minutes late. And ALSO made every stop. (Grr. ARGH!) However, mercifully, it was infinitely LESS congested.
Long story short. I left the office at 5:15pm. I got home at 8pm. Monday -- you're not only a tramp, you're quite the bitch too.
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