Further Collectormania Bitchwailing
Apr. 23rd, 2004 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYes, the wailing continues.
Just got a phone call from work. "Can you work extra next week? We're doing a 10% day..."
Eeep. Instant response was "No!" but I can't say that. I couldn't get time off, and it really wasn't worth trying, but now I'm a little bit screwed. So I'm planning on phoning up and feigning tosillitus (spl?) and also going promising to work extra the next week to make up.
This is a shame, really. I had an astonishingly good afternoon - there's apparently a lake down by college! I never, ever, knew this, but we went down, played on the swings and generally stared at ducks and stuff. Oiy. And then media studies was fun, too - we rambled om about bats and rats and parrots and somewhere in the middle New Media Technology may have been involved. And yet I doubt it.
And then it all went wrong on the bus home. Am I going to sound about 30 when I say this? Well, maybe I will; but then, this is my journal. So there.
There's this weird divide on my bus. If you sit on the top, you're generally an arsehole, but yet considered to be Oh So Cool. I've had problems with these people before - I had it back in school with them (need to move away!) and now if I ever hear someone bellowing "DYKE!" down the corridor at me, it's one of them. You get my point? They're pricks, the type that have failed to make any friends since leaving schools, content to stay in their own little power group of friends.
I sit on the bottom. We're Joe Average geeks, as a rule.
Anyway, they decided it would be a very clever idea to continue to escalating water fight that takes place on the top deck of the bus. Uh? And the whole place was absolutely sodden to the point where the water was dripping through the ceiling. Understandably, the bus driver flipped. Quite badly. To the point where he phoned up the Arriva company, drived into the depot, and loaded us all onto another bus. We drove out seeing the driver taking picutres of the upstairs.
And the people responsible for this were laughing. Maybe it's a male bravado thing, but really. Bus drivers aren't paid to take this kind of shit. It's criminal damage. The whole bus was absolutely sodden - not just damp, but there was a small waterfall coming down the stairs.
At any rate, this made me really angry, and I suppose there was a definite selfish element to it. Because the Arriva bus comany is well within it's right to forbid us from getting that bus again, and I honestly don't blame them. But it's getting yelled at by college that will really piss me off.
They really are arseholes on my bus.
~Hathy_Col~
Just got a phone call from work. "Can you work extra next week? We're doing a 10% day..."
Eeep. Instant response was "No!" but I can't say that. I couldn't get time off, and it really wasn't worth trying, but now I'm a little bit screwed. So I'm planning on phoning up and feigning tosillitus (spl?) and also going promising to work extra the next week to make up.
This is a shame, really. I had an astonishingly good afternoon - there's apparently a lake down by college! I never, ever, knew this, but we went down, played on the swings and generally stared at ducks and stuff. Oiy. And then media studies was fun, too - we rambled om about bats and rats and parrots and somewhere in the middle New Media Technology may have been involved. And yet I doubt it.
And then it all went wrong on the bus home. Am I going to sound about 30 when I say this? Well, maybe I will; but then, this is my journal. So there.
There's this weird divide on my bus. If you sit on the top, you're generally an arsehole, but yet considered to be Oh So Cool. I've had problems with these people before - I had it back in school with them (need to move away!) and now if I ever hear someone bellowing "DYKE!" down the corridor at me, it's one of them. You get my point? They're pricks, the type that have failed to make any friends since leaving schools, content to stay in their own little power group of friends.
I sit on the bottom. We're Joe Average geeks, as a rule.
Anyway, they decided it would be a very clever idea to continue to escalating water fight that takes place on the top deck of the bus. Uh? And the whole place was absolutely sodden to the point where the water was dripping through the ceiling. Understandably, the bus driver flipped. Quite badly. To the point where he phoned up the Arriva company, drived into the depot, and loaded us all onto another bus. We drove out seeing the driver taking picutres of the upstairs.
And the people responsible for this were laughing. Maybe it's a male bravado thing, but really. Bus drivers aren't paid to take this kind of shit. It's criminal damage. The whole bus was absolutely sodden - not just damp, but there was a small waterfall coming down the stairs.
At any rate, this made me really angry, and I suppose there was a definite selfish element to it. Because the Arriva bus comany is well within it's right to forbid us from getting that bus again, and I honestly don't blame them. But it's getting yelled at by college that will really piss me off.
They really are arseholes on my bus.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-04-23 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-24 11:35 am (UTC)They all brought 3-6 full bottles of water from the water fountain on each,
'Nuff said.
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Date: 2004-04-24 03:20 pm (UTC)same here
Date: 2004-04-24 03:57 am (UTC)All sorts of things happened upstairs from smoking, to pouring cans of coke down the stairs to just plain abuse at the driver...it was horrible sometimes, we got yelled at because of our behaviour on the bus and it had nothing to do with us. JD was the worst, this stupid kid from priory high who hadn't learned that when you get into college (and I dont know how he did) everyone else starts to grow up a bit, and he didn't, he started fights, abused a bus driver till he got thrown off, he was the one pouring cans of coke down the stairs, and then bits of sweets like those little hundreds and thousands candy till it stuck to the drying coke, he was terrible.
The number of times our bus stopped and the driver told us to all get off because he'd had enough I cant count, one morning we had to get the train from the nearest station when he stopped and refused to go anymore. That bus was the plague of my life for two years.
You just have to accept that it will happen, never ever go up there to let them no what you think or you'll be torn to shreds, tried it once, wasn't good, got a whole can of lilt on my head.
Just stay at the bottom, have intellectual discussions, and do your best to avoid those pricks, because in the end they'll get in trouble. JD was banned from the bus for two weeks, then he was finally expelled thank god, so justice in the end.
xx
Gill
Re: same here
Date: 2004-04-24 11:40 am (UTC)Thanks. That makes me feel better. I have tried the 'go upstairs' approach, the last time it happened I was verbally abused for weeks afterwards and suffered the joy that was having bits of food thrown at me (I think the apple was the best, it flew straight past me and hit Jess. Hee!)
And that JD sounds like an arsehole. I still have no idea how half ot those upstairs got into Winstanley... but I live safe in the knowledge that already two of them have left.
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Date: 2004-04-24 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-24 11:44 am (UTC)Right.
Tom MacNamara x
James Spencer :)
Peter Jones :):):):):):):):):)
Everyone else... well, give me the spork and let me get on with it.