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~
