Taxi

Ok so Saturday I had to work at 7am. This is kind of annoying because i really only have one chance to get on the bus. And the first bus leaves where ever it starts at 6:05. This means I have to get up earlier and leave earlier than I normally would. Now I'm not very good at this as you might know, but this past Saturday I did get up in time and I left my apartment at 6:05. keep in mind I'd been bus tracking all morning and no bus was there to be tracked but this doesn't always mean anything so I just left early enough to be sure to make the bus. Now I can see the bus stop from my building so I really can tell if any buses have gone by while i'm walking to the stop which takes about three mintues if that. No bus still trying to track no bus to track. I'm waiting and waiting, at 6:30 I'm like shit even if the next bus manages to leave on time I still won't make it to work on time, which I kind of have to do because no one else can get in without me.
So even though I ahve no cash I have to grab a taxi. Normally this is very easy. I'm good about telling them that all I have is a credit card. The first guy says his machine is not working, and i'm like fine whatever even though I'm more than aware of the fact that they are not suppose to say no. The second guy was even crazier. I tell him, and he wants to know where i'm going before he'll say yes. Ok I think he just wants to make sure its not just down the street. Then i get in and he's like wait your not mexican are you. I'm super taken aback by this. I'm kind of offend not because he thinks i'm Mexican but because he thinks if i was that I wouldn't pay. Seriously Its 6:30 am I'm dressed for work, and this guy asking me if i'm Mexican is not even Amercian. I understand that cab drivers get screwed a lot, but I was standing on marine drive in a very nice neighborhood dressed to clearly go to work. I feel like that should be enough. Besides the fact that he aksed he made me show him my credit card as if to prove that I'm not Mexican. WTF i should have just gotten out of the cab because the guy was a dill hole, but the whole thing was just so shocking.
The best part to me is that I'm the whitest fucking white girl in the world, by appearance. I mean seriously I can't even pass for the half Italian that I actually am, and this dude thinks I'm Mexican. My skin is so white that it glows in the light. Seriously this dude just irratated the crap out of me.
Sorry I haven't finished part two of my last story. I will do that soon.

a very long day

The day started with a mission: betsy and I were going to get up early and go get our drivers license a simple task which should have required nothing more than over coming the lazyness that has prevented such an event for the last two and a half years. granted neither of us actually drive very often anymore so its not THAT bad, but you get the point. The only real reason we were doing it was so that we could vote in november since we only have till october 6th to register to vote. Now we could have just registered to vote without out getting a new drivers license but betsy thought this way would be easier. yeah for the record it wasn't.
To start with we didn't really get up early, abduction then I thought she wanted me to meet her at the DMV but I guess I was suppose to meet her at her apartment. no big deal I was only a few blocks away so I told her to just walk down and meet me. No big deal then she texts me to go myself because she couldn't find her social security card. ugh so I go myself wait in line well still texting Tring to be helpful in the search for the missing card. I get up to the front of the line and the guys like ok you need your SS card old drivers license proof of address, and your birth certificate. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I totally forgot about my birth certificate, and why the hell do you need to have 85 forms of id just to get my IL drivers license back. I know I've had an MN DL for like 8 years now but seriously it shouldn't be tis much work.
so I text betsy and tell her and she's like so you mean neither of us is getting our DL today. and I said I guess not and we were both annoyed. then she texts fuck it im not going to my class lets just go to the bar im pissed. I do love betsy so im like ok ill be over in five. Then I looked at my watch and laughed cause it wasn't Even noon yet. to be continued !!!!!

Please explain

Can someone explain to me why I (as a taxpayer) am going to be forced to pay for someone else's bad mortgage decisions? Seriously this whole thing is really starting to piss me off. Our government just keeps bailing out and bailing out all the people making bad decisions. I'm sorry but if your a bank or investment firm or whatever making huge risk choices giving tons of people money that can't pay it back, then you kind of deserve what you get. How's is bailing everyone out going to stop this kind of thing from happening again? Clearly it won't it will just incourage such behavior. This shit really makes no sense to me.

Creative Wish I didn't have to be.

This in fact is a picture of a system I was forced to devise due to the fact that my window leaks, and it was pouring. Mind you when I came home from work today i was slightly less than happy that my couch was all wet and my floor, and my books, and and and. UGH I did have a bad feeling due to the fact that I was wet even with my rain boots and umbrella. Having walked only two blocks from the bus. The point is that I freaking told them last month when we had a big storm that the window frame leaks. Not the actual window. The windows are not old at all so I'm sure they can be fixed with relatively little pain incurred to all. I guess my annoyance really started after I put some make shift buckets (i.e. a flower pot, two glasses, and a cake pan), by the window and the water was splashing on my on the couch. I tired to ignore it which as you might have figured only lasted about half a second. Then of course there is the issue of the dripping noise which was making me insane.
What I did thought is concoct a sort of funnel or ramp if you will to let the water run outside instead of inside. I guess its good that I hate taking out the trash otherwise the cardboard box and plastic that were sitting on my floor would have been gone, and it would have still be raining in my window.