Just about nothing scares me nowadays. I mean, hell, I live in a city where a guy could quite easily kick the royal crap out of you in broad daylight as though it wasn’t broad daylight. But I was, well, just a tiny bit concerned when the guy I was getting a ride into work with on Wednesday called me up and his first question to me was, “So, are we still employed?”. Of course, 5 minutes after we got there he got his walking papers, so I was understandably just a little uh oh. Dell ended up cancelling the building of a second buildinig here, and I seriously thought they were considering closing this one–they did, after all, just slam the door on the one in Edmonton. Apparently though, instead of that, they’re just axing my department and shifting us all over to doing actual hardware related tech support. I hate hardware related tech support. There’s no actual work involved in it. “Okay, try this. Didn’t work, okay run this diagnostic. Did it go ding ding? Cool. I’ll replace your hard drive now.” As a girl my mom used to work with said, absolute crap on a cracker. Although, I suppose, it’s still better than if I’d followed the periodic proddings and moved to Edmonton…
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And still employed is me!
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So yesterday was apparently senior citizens’ day?
So this week’s work routine started off as per usual at 7:00 or so on Wednesday. And… got very different after that. A guy I work with got shown the door due to cost cutting measures, or so that’s what the rumor mill says anyway. So as of that afternoon, I’m back making regular use of Ottawa’s ever so very lovely transit system. So yesterday, I get on in the morning as I suspect I’ll be doing for the foreseeable future, and the bus I take to actually get me to work just so happens to be driven by one of the older gentlemen on staff. Which, okay, I’m all for that. I mean, hell, I like the idea in Ontario that you can actually keep right on working ’til you damn well don’t wanna. But in certain cases, like yesterday morning… he really should have not wanted to. Harsh-ish? Yeah quite probably. But true. So I catch his bus at 6:00 yesterday morning. It’s a pretty straight forward route–through the busy part of Kanata, down a couple back roads, loop around and come back up pretty much up the street from where I work. So my plan was to get off at the corner and just walk from there to work. It wasn’t *too* freezing cold yesterday, so I could get away with it. Well, if the moron didn’t flat out miss my stop. So rather than be half an hour early for work, I ended up being rather half an hour late. And that’s not one of those buses where you can just get off at some random stop and catch one going the opposite direction in 5-10 minutes. There’s one bus an hour, it goes one direction, and if you miss where you have to get off, you get to go around again. So I got to go around again. And because it was his last run on that route, I got to go back to the original stop where he picked me up from, call my boss to tell him I’d be late, and hop *another* bus to work. Pretty pretty. But not really. And then coming home after work, I had the pleasure of being driven home by another senior citizen. Who also missed my stop going back. That one, at least, decided it’d be better if he just dropped me off at the halfway point so I wouldn’t have as long to wait to catch the second one I need. So I still didn’t get home too insanely late last night, all things considered. Pissed me right off though, for sure. And of course this morning, senior citizen number 1 was behind the wheel again when I caught that bus, so to say the least, I wasn’t exactly bursting with confidence. But, um, I’m here. And I was here on time this morning. And I didn’t kill anyone. But I’m not all that thrilled about the prospect of the return trip. And people might die on that one.
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Is this the international day of dialup?
I just got finished the third call in a row I could do something with wherein the customer’s on dialup. That combined with the fact I’m not the only one here who’s got that problem makes me think every year or so, there is an international dialup day. And today is apparently it. I wanna go home…
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This blog turns 2 today!
And somehow, I’ve managed to actually fill this thing with more crap than I ever knew existed. How I do it I’ll never know. Of course, this entry also doubles as an excuse to delay bitching about a rather cold, and rather moronic, bus ride this morning. That and the background of why it is I’m back riding third class shall be revealed when I get around to it. Suffice it to say though I’m still not really warmed up from it yet.
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Mother nature doth hate me.
Why else would, out of 3 days I had off, it picked the 4th day when I work to decide there’s going to be a freezing rain and flash freeze warning? Winter, you and I haven’t had that long and drawn out conversation yet. Does this have to be the start of it?
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Britney’s mental? Who knew?
And it’s back to my general rule of it’s not actually fact until it hits the media. So now, I guess we can plaster the official fact category on the fact she’s gone nutso. Granted the requisit grane of sault is required considering it comes from Ms. Walters, but… really, who’s surprised? File this under ‘grow up, or shut up’, like everything else Britney in the last… oh, year or so, and let’s get back to things that people care about. Like the US president. Oh, wait, never mind.
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Kissing hour number 2, and…
I’m still no closer to actually waking up, despite help from the cold that is mother nature. It sucks. Loads. But, 6.5 hours longer and I can go home. And watch my poor hockey team lose another game. Or maybe I’ll just order pizza. Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll decide if I survive today. With 4 agents currently sitting available… it’s not lookin too pretty.
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Free breakfast at Cora’s? Well worth coming to work.
As is only having to work 4.5 hours yesterday. Sadly, that good luck was not meant to carry over to day. But ’twill be made up for. In the form of various after work activities. There’s a birthday that needs cellebrating. And if she’s not up for that, I’m at least gonna spoil myself. 😉
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The… squirrels… did… it…?
It redefines ridiculous, and actually makes me resent mother nature more than any of my top 3 favourite entities to hate on, but according to Bell technician dood who’s name I never got, squirrels broke my phone service, the ratbastards. Which… I suppose explains why even a replaced phone line didn’t last more than 24 hours. What I wouldn’t mind knowing though, is why it took 2 technicians coming out here to figure that out. Apparently, according to the smarter one of the 2, they were nesting on one of the telephone poles outside the building. Which… kinda makes me contemplate agreeing with those of the persuasion that they should be shot. But, now, I have working phone service again. I’m no less irritated with Bell, mind you, but now it’s for a whole different reason–that I had to take a day off work to actually have it looked at a second time, since the first one was apparently an idiot. Ah well, if the world didn’t have it’s fair share of stupid people, I’d have nothing to talk about. I just wish I didn’t have to deal with them.
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And this is why I won’t say no to a ride to work.
Ottawa city bus kills 3. They say alcohol was a fctor. I say it still would have been a long night for anyone involved. Not pretty when one has to work the next day. In fact, not pretty… in general. As if OC Transpo doesn’t have quite the brilliant reputation already. I’m so glad I’m getting a ride home tonight. Unless he leaves sick…