Working on Sunday

I have to replace a piece of faulty network equipment at 9PM tonight. My boss has agreed that the firm will put me up in a local hotel tonight, after I replace the equipment. There's a nice little boutique hotel around the corner from my office, so I'll be staying there.

The commute back and forth from work and home seemed pretty unreasonable, for today, given the fact that I will only be working for about an hour today. I'll stay in the hotel tonight come into work tomorrow and then take the train home after work.

I've been in the big city since 11Am. I've been wandering around the big city hanging out in book stores and doing some writing to pass the time. I think I'll go check into the hotel in a few minutes, watch some TV and then take a nap. I'll be back in the office at about 8:30, so that I can replace the network equipment at about 9PM.

I can sleep in a couple of hours tomorrow and still be in the office at around 8AM. I'm really looking forward to the extra sleep.

Maybe I should learn how to write

I'm not very happy with the quality of my writing, so I think I'm going to spend some time figuring out how to improve my writing. My knowledge of grammar is almost completely intuitive. I need to learn some of the rules and how to apply them.

I actually have several books dealing with the topics of grammar and writing. Funny thing about those books, I don't actually remember buying them. (Was that last sentence actually a real sentence or is it some kind of a grammatical abomination that should be destroyed for the good of the blogosphere?)

I used blogosphere in a sentence for the first time! Aren't I special?

Craniorectal Anastamosis

Craniorectal Anastamosis.

I've been laughing about that one for a couple of weeks now.

"I think you might have Craniorectal Anastamosis. It's a disorder that the medical community is only now starting to understand. You should go and see your doctor... If your doctor doesn't take you seriously, find another doctor and insist that you be tested for the disorder..."

"Some studies have shown that a sharp blow to the base of the skull, with a heavy blunt object, can be used as an effective treatment for the disorder. Hold still, this won't hurt for long..."

This Winter

This Winter has been pretty yucky. I was planning on doing a post on how yucky it was and then I saw a sign across the street, from the office building where I work. That sign pretty much sums up this winter.

Vocal chords doing what they do

If you ever wondered what vocal chords look like, when they're used to generate sounds:

I hate the bus

On Monday, I started taking a VIA Rail train from my home city to the big city I work in. Luxury. Absolute Luxury. Big ass reclining seats, a free newspaper and a guy who comes around and asks me if I want a coffee. Taking the train is much more civilized than taking the bus.

This morning I got to the train station, in my home city, only to find out that the train I was planning on taking was cancelled. The train was cancelled, because there was a freight train derailment on the way to the big city. No problem I thought. I can walk to the bus station and grab a bus to the big city.

When I got to the bus station a boarding announcement was made. I watched people board the bus. I started thinking that I should board the bus. My feet wouldn't move. I started to feel sick. Then I started to get angry. Then I started to think about the $100+ worth of commuter bus tickets that I had in my coat pocket. Those tickets will eventually expire and be worthless.

Freaking bus. I hate the freaking bus. I'm not taking the freaking bus. I'm going home. Maybe I can start a fire with all of those commuter tickets. Maybe I can start a fire with all those commuter tickets on the bus.

No more commuting by bus for me!

My trip home on Friday, by bus, from work took over four hours. That trip should only take about an hour and a half. There was some snow and a lot of stupid people driving on the road, so the trip home was quite the ordeal.

There was an idiot beside me who decided to turn up the volume on his headphones, so that everyone on the bus could listen to his shitty, "I'm a bad ass, POS, drug dealing, gangster with lots of bling bling" music. I wasn't sure if saying something to the guy was a good idea, so I didn't. I could very easily have gotten into a fist fight with the guy, if he said something stupid, after I asked him to turn down his music.

Fist fight on a 4 hour bus ride = Something to avoid

There's now a commuter train service, that I can use, between my home city and the big city where I still work. The train station in my home city is a little bit farther than the commuter bus station and the train station in the big city is a 10 minute walk from work. No more traffic and no more idiot drivers to get in my way, on the way to work! I start commuting by train tomorrow.

184 days till school starts (not that I'm counting or anything).