The day went like this. Up and on the bus, first destination with nary a hitch. Did my thing , got on second bus to another location. The second location being a job interview. Small hiccup on finding the building ,then the office. That snafu was remedied by the meeting of a young god who works at the office I was interviewing at. This guy looked like if Michelangelo’s Jesus and a husky had a baby that wasn’t an abomination . Almost hallucinatory good looks, perfectly tanned skin, long Jesus hair and clear blue husky eyes that seemed gradient to a lighter clear grey. In board shorts and tank, he painted a perfect picture of what I was not. In my fancy going to meeting dress, and heels.
The interview went well, and while I have yet to hear from them I was pleased with the experience. But seriously they should hire me.
Now for the fun. All done I head for home. I take the first bus with no problem. My feet began to hurt from the shoes that just were not equal to the terrain. I get to the second bus and wait. Now this is a 45 minute walk but my feet were killing me so I waited. One hour, waited, two hours waited…. 3 god damn hours. And finally I said enough. I kicked off my heels and began walking. Within that 45 minute walk I was passed by not 1 ,not 3 butt 5 fucking buses! Yes, I was quite royally spongebobbed by the transit system.
1. Love : Texas accents ; sexy and slow.
1. Hate: the metro ; I’m sorry but you get a second round in the hate category after the three hour wait.
2. Love : the sky; the clouds lately look painted on.
2. Hate: No one talks to in my
little barrio I’m alone. I am learning Spanish, wonder if that will help.