Has it really been a week?
Wow. Time flies when you're sitting around staring at the walls... or something.
Updates: I have a supervisor, which means I have work. Good. I also have a paper that isn't getting written. For the first time in my life (I think) I have nothing to take my mind of things except a fantasy of an unavailable man. I'm torn between exercise and chocolate, usually settling for the latter. I have a dinner and Night tomorrow planned, and endless work for the weekend ahead. In fact, I was almost going to continue slaving over papers but decided to post instead. I have become a bad blogger, but life has become boring. Apart from the retroactive rejection: but as DPG pointed out,
1. I was the one who told him to sort his shit out
2. I managed to score a few points, including my 'I'm not a usual choice for you and as such you have no idea what to do with me do you' speech (which was utterly correct)
3. It was over far before we had this conversation
I DO however have a 'What the hell is it with this place' rant though. Buses and Bus Drivers. My God. Where I come from, bus drivers are helpful. For the most part. As in any profession you get your share of assholes, but generally they are happy to help you find where you are going. Here, here they have no idea what is going on, and are more likely to roll their eyes at you for wasting their time or simply say "I don't know" and stare at you until you make a decision... and since getting on a bus here, stupidly, requires intimate knowledge of where you are going and yet somehow, this knowledge is nearly impossible to obtain without having had prior travel experience in the exact region of your destination... well its a pickle, to say the least. I'm not kidding. Online timetables are impossible, most bus stops lack even simple route maps with stop names, and god forbid that you should try to work out the fare system. And the drivers, despite being connected to this ridiculous waste of time they call a transit system in this city, have absolutely no willingness to help you, in fact, they are more likely to shut the door in your face and wave as they drive off, leaving you standing in the rain (no joke, this has happened to me). So to end this rant, work it out Oxford, for God's sake, how hard is it to create a working transit system that makes sense? Apparently its really really hard.
Updates: I have a supervisor, which means I have work. Good. I also have a paper that isn't getting written. For the first time in my life (I think) I have nothing to take my mind of things except a fantasy of an unavailable man. I'm torn between exercise and chocolate, usually settling for the latter. I have a dinner and Night tomorrow planned, and endless work for the weekend ahead. In fact, I was almost going to continue slaving over papers but decided to post instead. I have become a bad blogger, but life has become boring. Apart from the retroactive rejection: but as DPG pointed out,
1. I was the one who told him to sort his shit out
2. I managed to score a few points, including my 'I'm not a usual choice for you and as such you have no idea what to do with me do you' speech (which was utterly correct)
3. It was over far before we had this conversation
I DO however have a 'What the hell is it with this place' rant though. Buses and Bus Drivers. My God. Where I come from, bus drivers are helpful. For the most part. As in any profession you get your share of assholes, but generally they are happy to help you find where you are going. Here, here they have no idea what is going on, and are more likely to roll their eyes at you for wasting their time or simply say "I don't know" and stare at you until you make a decision... and since getting on a bus here, stupidly, requires intimate knowledge of where you are going and yet somehow, this knowledge is nearly impossible to obtain without having had prior travel experience in the exact region of your destination... well its a pickle, to say the least. I'm not kidding. Online timetables are impossible, most bus stops lack even simple route maps with stop names, and god forbid that you should try to work out the fare system. And the drivers, despite being connected to this ridiculous waste of time they call a transit system in this city, have absolutely no willingness to help you, in fact, they are more likely to shut the door in your face and wave as they drive off, leaving you standing in the rain (no joke, this has happened to me). So to end this rant, work it out Oxford, for God's sake, how hard is it to create a working transit system that makes sense? Apparently its really really hard.
posted by Care | 6:00 PM
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