Commuting disasters
If you are not following me on FaceBook then you have missed a lot concerning commuting. I shall recap:
I moved to Clifton, a nice quiet part of the town... so close to the train station that if I sneeze the conductor can be heard saying 'Bless you'.
I have in the last two months - ended up in Ho-Ho-Kus (again, who names a town Ho-Ho-Kus?) where I believe the only dealership there is BMW.
Ended up in Patterson where I believed I would not survive and would be found shot, stabbed and choked to death.
Not to mention the times I missed a stop and just stood in the train as it went to Upstate and back.
I hate commuting. It's the price of a mortgage with minimal trains, long waits in between trains, nasty staff and no hope for improvement. But... as people keep telling me 'at least I have a job'.
Trust issues
It's no secret I have trust issues. I have been let down by people that one should never expect to be let down by. I do however at times give it a try. I've yet to be impressed. I have however learned a few translations:
I'll be right there = Don't hold your breath loser, I'll get there when my important self feels like it.
I do listen = When your voice sounds better then mine, I WILL listen.
Things will get better = Who the F knows what to say to that mess. Things will get better sounds good.
I'm running late = I'm debating whether you're worth missing an episode of Two and a Half Men.
Did you get your hair done = Geez, I wish you would get your hair done.
Did you lose weight = Good grief, do you own a mirror?
I love you = I f_cked everyone else over, best to keep you on my side.
I'm OK, I don't need anything = Can't you SEE I want something? Can't you just GUESS????
I'm really busy, but soon we will = Hell no! Hopefully you will forget you asked.
Hope
I have a bittersweet relationship with Hope, that twisted BYTCH!
I grant her access to my heart, allow her to whisper to my mind and she betrays me more then not. Like a Stockholm Syndrome victim, I keep listening. I keep hoping and reality becomes one with fantasy.
In summary
If it weren't for the reading, blogging, writing, cooking, and/or just laying on the sofa staring at the ceiling numb... I would go crazy.
If you are not following me on FaceBook then you have missed a lot concerning commuting. I shall recap:
I moved to Clifton, a nice quiet part of the town... so close to the train station that if I sneeze the conductor can be heard saying 'Bless you'.
I have in the last two months - ended up in Ho-Ho-Kus (again, who names a town Ho-Ho-Kus?) where I believe the only dealership there is BMW.
Ended up in Patterson where I believed I would not survive and would be found shot, stabbed and choked to death.
Not to mention the times I missed a stop and just stood in the train as it went to Upstate and back.
I hate commuting. It's the price of a mortgage with minimal trains, long waits in between trains, nasty staff and no hope for improvement. But... as people keep telling me 'at least I have a job'.
Trust issues
It's no secret I have trust issues. I have been let down by people that one should never expect to be let down by. I do however at times give it a try. I've yet to be impressed. I have however learned a few translations:
I'll be right there = Don't hold your breath loser, I'll get there when my important self feels like it.
I do listen = When your voice sounds better then mine, I WILL listen.
Things will get better = Who the F knows what to say to that mess. Things will get better sounds good.
I'm running late = I'm debating whether you're worth missing an episode of Two and a Half Men.
Did you get your hair done = Geez, I wish you would get your hair done.
Did you lose weight = Good grief, do you own a mirror?
I love you = I f_cked everyone else over, best to keep you on my side.
I'm OK, I don't need anything = Can't you SEE I want something? Can't you just GUESS????
I'm really busy, but soon we will = Hell no! Hopefully you will forget you asked.
Hope
I have a bittersweet relationship with Hope, that twisted BYTCH!
I grant her access to my heart, allow her to whisper to my mind and she betrays me more then not. Like a Stockholm Syndrome victim, I keep listening. I keep hoping and reality becomes one with fantasy.
If it weren't for the reading, blogging, writing, cooking, and/or just laying on the sofa staring at the ceiling numb... I would go crazy.
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