The last few days

[nyankoframe]

On Sunday, I didn't do much in the early afternoon, because I had an incident with my dryer. No, it didn't eat my underwear laundry, but I was a klutz and forgot to actually push the start lever. ^^;;; I was wondering why the dryer was so quiet, too...

In the late afternoon, I went on a bus journey to the University of Washington to meet noself for dinner and pass him some requested things. It was an educational experience getting there, and in fact very much similar to the Brisbane bus system (especially with zones and free transfers), so I didn't have too many problems getting there. The fun started on the way back, though, when the bus I got on apparently did not go where I thought it was going. The driver was nice enough to drop me off at a bus-stop from where I could hopefully take another bus, even though I should've known that she probably wouldn't be able to know what other buses stopped where. I think I've been spoiled by bus drivers in Singapore suggesting what buses to change to...

I left UW at around 8:26 pm, and got home around 10:45 pm. Most of that delay was due to the infrequent bus schedules on Sundays (one bus every hour?!), as well as my getting drenched at the bus stop where I got off (intersection of Montlake Blvd going east and SR-520 east-bound on-ramp, if anyone wants to go there :P). I was worried that I'd either get home really late, or be sick, but fortunately neither of those happened. It was pretty odd being the second-last person to get off the bus, though, and watching everyone else alight and the bus gradually become emptier. I'm glad I didn't take my bicycle that night


11/02/2007 15:33:51 <~Cz> YUO, caets marching?
11/02/2007 15:33:51 <@PyRC> Cz, premarital sex results in a field, and hearing the marching band on popomundo =o.
11/02/2007 15:33:55 <&basket> o.o
11/02/2007 15:33:59 <~Cz> YUO, caets marching?
11/02/2007 15:34:00 <@PyRC> Cz, i'm still hearing the marching band on world.
11/02/2007 15:34:08 <~Cz> YUO, caets?
11/02/2007 15:34:09 <@PyRC> Cz, coincidences may result in everything getting burned, not just caets.
11/02/2007 15:34:12 <~Cz> o.0
11/02/2007 15:34:51 <&basket> o.o

In case you're wondering what caets are, it's the psuedo-English way of typing 'cat' according to its IPA entry, which is actually "kæt".


Today was the first day of employee orientation. I didn't actually do any work or meet my manager (or colleagues), but I'll get to meet them tomorrow afternoon. Instead, today (and what'll happen tomorrow morning) was about learning the corporate culture and various other things, and some explanation of the benefits, which really are quite impressive. ^^;

I had a quite enjoyable evening with itsacz doing grocery shopping at Safeway even though I forgot to take my shopping list and missed out buying bread, washing powder and some other things, which can wait followed by a surprisingly good dinner at a restaurant which he'd gone to before and at which he'd had a somewhat off-putting experience. I'd like to believe that it wasn't because both of us were together. :P

Comments

[relsqui.livejournal.com]

No, bus drivers really should know the other routes--or at least not give you advice if they don't.

Also, I got screwed by an hourly bus yesterday too (although part of it was my own fault, I waited for more of them than I needed to).

[edible-llama.livejournal.com]

Welcome to American trasnportation. :P I've never actually taken the bus, but my brothers and other people I know have, and they all have their share of experiences like this to tell.

I also didn't know that premarital sex results in a field. :P

[haplo3k.livejournal.com]

In Boston, it's a toss-up whether your bus driver knows the other routes or not. Which really sucks. Most of the time I try to be helpful to other passengers if I see them confused, since I know the subway and bus routes really well by now.

[itsacz.livejournal.com]

*ahem* No, I think food was better because I was actually there with someone and not by myself. :P

[nakaemi.livejournal.com]

You know, my brother actually established a stereotype of the people that take buses here in PR. He says that he always sees the same kind of people: the old lady that won't shot up, the girl with dark curly hair listening to an mp3, the rocker wannabe that's sleeping or falling asleep, the guy that stinks because he is obvously a homeless man, etc. I keep telling him that it can't be true and he insists that if one day I get on a bus with him, he'll show me. :p