Welcome to Nowhere

I’ve said it before, and probably on here, but it deserves being said again. It’s a *really* good thing it’s just me living here–I couldn’t come up with the time to clean up after anyone else. I got home again today at about quarter to 6, or there about, which is pretty much the usual for me now. That gives me just over 3 hours to go through a to do list of varying lengths depending on the day and what I didn’t get done the day before, and then it’s time for bed, and we do it all over again the next day. Don’t get me wrong, I like what I’m doing–at least I’m never bored, but if I had roommates, knowing my luck they’d be lazier than I ever used to be, and well, like I said I just don’t have time for that. My day starts between 3:30 and 4 usually, except for this morning but we’ll just ignore that because well, I was dead tired coming on noon. And unless it’s a weekend, my day ends at about 9. I dunno when it’ll end on the weekend, because I haven’t actually had a weekend to myself since I moved up here, what with Christmas related things having gone on.
Ottawa’s bus system’s apparently running some kind of new schedule, so I’m left to figure out a whole new set of drivers. And I was just getting used to the newbie with the accent, too. Ah well, these ones at least give the appearance of being fairly decent, so we’ll see. I’m usually an extreme critic of people in general, so I give it maybe 24 hours and I’ll have an entry brewing about how brainless at least one of them is. But for now, they seem fairly decent. One even borders on cool… impressive for a bus driver in this city. He will never actually *be* cool, though, until he can magicly remove the need to wake up insanely early to get to a less insanely early but still insanely early shift.
I probably shouldn’t complain too much about the shift I’ve been stuck with for training–I mean, yeah it’s early, okay… fucking early, but then again, I get home between 5 and 6 too. If I had a typical 8-5 shift, I wouldn’t get through the door ’til about 7-ish, give or take… maybe closer to 8. Suddenly, a quarter to 7 shift isn’t so horrible. But I still don’t wanna wake up at 3:30 to get there. As I’ve said often, I love the job, I hate the shift. But I should probably clarify… I like the shift, I hate needing to take a bus to that shift. But, I bus, so I shall now move my lazy self to bed, so the wake-up call doesn’t kill me. And… hey, I actually managed not to jump all over the spectrum of thought in this entry, as opposed to the one at dark o’clock this morning. Go me.