- Mood:
apathetic
The scene cuts out and I'm with this mean looking dude dressed in a soldiers uniform that kinda reminds me of the nazi one. He turns to me and tells me that I need to go find a "married one" this time. So, I turn around and head out to see a huge lineup of people being hearded around this complex type thing. I go to the line and grab the first guy I see with a wedding band. I lead him back to the room with the mean dude and as we walk through the door, I whisper an apology to the guy I brought with me. The married guy is tied up to a slab that looks like the Stone Table from Narnia and the mean dude brings out curling irons and starts to torture the guy with them...
I leave the torture chamber and go into a little room that is only big enough for a bed and a chair. I sit on the edge of the bed and wonder if maybe this time, they'll learn where he is. I close my door, reach under my bed and pull out a picture. I look at it and sigh and say "where are you?".
The picture?? Chewie. Yup Chewie from Star Wars...
- Location:work
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:the evil that is the 70's satellite station
What is so difficult about my ride picking me up so I'm not late for work? It's the same time five days a week. Sure my days off change, but they get my schedule a week in advance. It shouldn't take a rocket scientist to look at a clock and say "hmm, if I don't get there soon, they'll be late for work." Of course, if you are going to be late to pick me up resulting in me being late for work, please don't tell me you don't care if I'm late. I CARE. I NEED my job -- rent, food...all those fun things, yeah my job pays for them.
Is it so difficult to be apologetic if you forget me? Really. I'm ok with mistakes being made and forgetting a meeting time. Life happens. But, come on, don't get upset when all I say is next time I'd appreciate a phone call to let me know you'll be late or not coming at all. You aren't the only thing going on in my life and I'd rather not be late for my next meeting/appointment. Of course, I'm going to be angry if you've pulled the same crap every single freakin' meeting for the past week! The first time, ok life happens. The second time, please don't do it again. The third time, here's my business card and my personal phone number, if you can't make it, let me know -- I've scheduled things after our meeting that I can't be late for. Next time, I won't even wait around.
Yes, I'm frustrated. Yes, I'm angry. I'm polite enough to leave everyone else's presence and use my headphones for my music. That does not give you permission to come up to me and get all huffy because I ask to be left alone. I have a temper. A bad one. I'd rather be alone and turn my music up real loud than take it out on someone. And, no. I won't join everyone else...especially when I'm angry enough to want to break something. Trust me, leave me alone for a while, my anger will dissipate in a puddle of tears and then I'll be fine.
Ok. Rant mostly over.
Just to let anyone out there interested in getting in touch with me for the next couple of days. You won't be able to. I won't answer my phone and I won't reply to emails and NO I will NOT answer my door (even if you can see me through the window). Sometimes I need to get away from it all. Now's one of those times. I know who the important people are and I'll check thier messages in case it's an emergency but everyone else will have to wait until the weekend. SO PISS OFF
My flight home was unremarkable. It was once I landed that things got interesting. I landed in time to get my car, pay for my parking and get to the ferry terminal on time to catch the early ferry back to my island.
It was a seemingly close call, they stop selling tickets to vehicles five minutes before the expected ferry departure -- the ticket agent had to call and ask if she could sell me a ticket still. I drove up to the specified lane to see that there were very few cars waiting for the ferry to my island. As usual, when I take the ferry, I pulled up, turned off my car and pulled out my book to wait until I could board the ferry. After a while, I realized that it was past the time for boarding and hoped that it was just a normal delay and not a ferry breakdown.
Twenty minutes after the expected time, they started boarding the vehicles for my island. We pulled out of our lane and started towards the dock. One car had stalled and couldn't be started again so there was a slight delay as they boosted the battery. We all lined up by the dock and they started loading cars on. It was immediately obvious that there was something amiss -- it was taking a very long time to board each vehicle on. Then the line stopped moving completely. After a couple minutes, I put my car in park and turned off the engine; I had traveled with the ferries often enough to know that it could be a while before the line started moving again even though we were blocking other lanes of vehicles waiting for their ferries.
Ten minutes later, everyone in line had turned off their vehicles and some were even getting out of the cars to see what was happening. I just sighed and turned up the music. All of a sudden they asked a couple cars to move out of the way and started to unload all the cars from the ferry. All of the ferry workers started to converge on the loading area of our ferry. Curiosity had gotten the better of almost all the people waiting to be loaded onto the ferry and more people got out of their cars to look.
I couldn't help but laugh, I had hurried my way out of the airport and to the ferry terminal only to sit and wait for an hour and we still hadn't boarded the ferry.
A dock worker came to everyone who was still in their vehicles and explained that there was some "difficulty" with the ramp on the ferry. A few more questions and the dock worker admitted that the ramp was completely "hooped" and was tilted almost vertically. Had they actual loaded and unloaded the few vehicles they had is a mystery to me.
Now, there were two lineups of vehicles waiting to board our ferry -- the lineup I was in and the lineup of vehicles that they had unloaded from the ferry. We were very effectively blocking all access to the other ferry docks. I just laughed some more and enjoyed the warm wind coming through my car windows.
I was the second last person in my line and noticed vehicles creeping up behind us. At first I thought that they were just going to line up behind us and we would start loading any minute. Then I realized that the cars were actually going to creep past us. The cars very carefully maneuvered around the vehicles already lined up near the dock and started to board the ferry we were waiting for. Had they accidentally started to board us on the wrong ferry?
No, we were lined up for the correct ferry, the vehicles they were loading onto the ferry were for S Island. Then cars headed to M Island crept around us and were loaded onto the ferry. After more than an hour and a half, they finally started to load those of us for my island.
I pulled onto the ferry, parked my car, set the emergency break and relaxed. My island is usually the first stop when there are multiple islands and I thought the ferry ride would be the usual forty minutes. I settled down in my car with the music from my ipod and a book.
When the captain came onto the speakers and announced the landing at a dock, I couldn't understand what he said. I turned down my music and put my book away, expecting that we were at my island. Instead, we were at S Island, the ferry workers had reversed the order of islands we were stopping at. My usual forty minute ferry ride had turned into a ride that could take over two hours. I sighed and decided to try and nap. I turned up my music, tilted back my seat and closed my eyes while the cars were still unloading from the ferry.
After all the vehicles had unloaded onto S Island, they started loading the cars waiting to take a ferry to Vic. I glanced up and realized they were loading the cars so that they faced the opposite direction as us. I glanced sideways, smiled and waved at the lady in the vehicle beside me, she grinned and waved back -- another seasoned ferry rider it seemed.
After another trip on the ferry, we stopped at M Island and started the whole process that had taken place on S Island all over again. There were more vehicles being loaded on than unloaded and the ferry was getting very full. The interesting thing was that the vehicles for my island were in the outside lane of the ferry. This meant that for us to disembark at my island, we needed to be able to cross over to the middle of the ferry and the ramp. With a full ferry, they weren't leaving us room to do so.
We finally got to my island after almost two hours on the water. The ferry workers realized they had blocked us from being able to unload and stood around scratching their heads in confusion. After a discussion with the ferry workers on the island, they started to back vehicles off the ferry so that those of us who need to could get off. Watching the ferry workers scramble around trying to find somewhere for the vehicles to back up to that wouldn't be in the way of the terminal exit was quite amusing.
We finally got unloaded and started the drive back home. Over three and a half hours after I had lined up for the ferry in Vic, I was finally home and able to relax.
Yup, it was certainly an interesting ferry ride. I only wished it had been one of those trips when volunteers wander around asking ferry riders to fill out a survey about their trip...
- Location:home island
- Mood:
amused - Music:Treehouse
Heh, I hear voices in my head!! Not those kinds, the ones that say you're not good enough; the ones that bring guilt, fear, confusion, anxiety to the conversation; the ones that complain and bitch and whine all the time. Those voices, we all have -- the book I'm reading calls them Gremlins. I actually like that name for them -- gremlins first became known as little creatures that played with the electronics and such in planes and machines during one of the world wars (my brain is thinking WW2 but I'm not sure). Since the brain is a big mass of electronics, Gremlins are the perfect name for those thoughts and ideas that wreak havic with the thought process.
Song of the Week:
The Wombats -- Let's Dance to Joy Divison
I would let you guys listen to it but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.
Day 2 of 10 work days in a row done.
- Location:Home sweet Home
- Mood:
relaxed - Music:Elf Power
Not only am I being confronted with this question but I'm also being confronted with the various answers I've had to it over the years. I always talked of hiking the TransCanada Trail from BC to the Maritimes and suddenly I'm talking to a girl who is starting this trek on her bicycle in a couple days. I've been thinking of writing a novel or series of short stories for years and I find out one of my co-workers is putting the finishing touches on her book.
I've wanted to do a cross-country (more of cross-North America) road trip for a while and a couple of weeks ago, I stumbled upon The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal. The story is shaping up to be funny, unique and memorable and the artwork is phenomenal. The author/artist uses the landscape of the USA as not only a backdrop but almost as a character in the story. I'm compelled to check back many times to see if anything new has been posted to the website and I've already budgeted the final product into my budget for next year. The use of the US in TJ and Amal reminds me of the way the movie One Week (if you haven't seen it yet, go rent it RIGHT NOW) used Canada. In One Week, the protagonist had to answer the difficult question of what he would do if he only had one week left to live. What he chose showed not only the beauty of Canada but also the emotional relationship so many Canadians have with our country.
Encountering all of these things have reawakened the desire to explore the world and the workings of my mind. I lay sleepless during the night making lists of places to see, things to do, and creating situations and conversations for stories. Don't get me wrong, I've always enjoyed day-dreaming about these things, but I'm a bit tired (figuratively and literally) of not sleeping because I can't shut the thoughts down.
I guess my current answer to the question of what do I want is to be able to think these things over and make plans during my waking hours, not sleeping hours.
So, tell me, what do you want?
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