When I leave work at 4:30PM, I usually go out the Bay Street exit and head south for half a block to the lights. Sometimes, I need to go north. Goddess forgive me! Unfortunately, half of the people who live outside the city are heading SOUTH, to Union station, so they can get on the commuter trains and head out of the city and back to their cozy bedroom communities. These cities generally have an area code of 905. Toronto’s is 416. We therefore called them “905ers” and, while some of them are friends of mine, the ones who refuse to give me 2” of spare sidewalk deserve a bitch slap to the head. HELLO! I live in Toronto! My property taxes PAY for the fucking sidewalk you’re walking on so don’t you DARE push me out of the way so you can catch your precious train! GRRR!!!
Why do I continue to get involved financially with my friends? Is it because I am a nice person? Is it because I inherently trust my friends to be responsible adults? Is it because I always have money and they don’t? I have one friend in particular who never pays me back when she says she’s going to pay me back. Ergo, I have to send her emails, constantly reminding her of the outstanding debt. Then, when she does have the money, she makes me come and get it from her or she gives me $12.50 in nickels and dimes in a Ziploc bag. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? As far as I’m concerned, she should be hand delivering it to me with sugar on top, and thanking me profusely for giving her to loan in the first place. Never again. GRRR!!!
What is it with people who bring strollers on to public transport and then block the aisles? I am fairly dexterous. Even in my Anne Klein boots with the 3” heel I can run for the streetcar, carry home 20 pounds of groceries and jump over 2’ puddles. (In fact, I don’t buy any type of footwear unless I can run full tilt in them – except maybe slippers.) Some stupid man with a stupid kid in a stupid stroller was on the bus this morning. He sat in the first seat and parked the kid and the stroller in front of him. As a result, everyone who got on to the bus had to turn sideways and walk through a space less than a foot wide, including the crippled, almost blind man with the cane, the young father trying to hold on to his two rambunctious toddlers and the fat woman with her shopping cart. GET A CLUE PEOPLE! You are inconveniencing a whole bunch of people here and potentially causing an accident. I blame the bus driver who should have fixed this problem from the get go. GRRR!!!
Then there is this woman I work with -- she sits behind me and we share a work space with a low dividing wall between us. It is a nice office and most of the people here are really great and friendly. I was moved into this space while I as away on vacation and while I was disappointed with the switch, I really didn't have a lot of input into the process so I just accepted it and got on with the job. Unfortunately, this woman has not said "boo" to me since I started working here. One of the other women came over, shook my hand, introduced herself and welcomed me to the neighbourhood. This other one can't even say "good morning", "goodbye",
"shut up" or "drop dead". I even tried to make small talk with her in the coffee room one morning but she walked out on me in the middle of a sentence. Now most of you know that I am a fairly sociable person but how do you deal with this crap? It sure makes coming to work a pleasant experience ... NOT! I am not used to ignoring another human being, no matter how weird they are. GRRR!!!
What the fuck is wrong with people?
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