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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Fuck You O.C.T.A
So.......
last night i tried taking the bus home from work. BIG mistake. HUGE. ive come to the conclusion that i NEED to get going on this license thing. not because other people want me to but because not having a license/car REALLY fucking blows. I work in Anaheim Hills and if youre from so-cal you know its a pretty nice area. Apparently the people at the Orange County Transportation Authority dont feel that people who live in nice areas need bus stops on every corner like in Santa Ana. i get it. Most of the kids that come through my office are my age or younger and drive BMWs and Mercedes-benz that mommy and daddy bought them. But what about everyone else? Granted that people in the hills dont need public transportation, but what about the people that come in from the inner cities to do the work that the BMW driving folks dont want to do? did you think your taco bell taco made itself? it certainly wasnt made by pimple faced Chad as he works his after school job. Juana and Maria and Jose who serve your food and mow your lawns most likely bus themselves in from the not so nice parts of anaheim and orange and even santa ana. you know why north orange county has so many bus stops? because beaners dont have cars!!! they rely on public transportation every day!!! Anaheim Hills needs to be more bus accessable. thats all im sayin. im not tryin to be the mexican rosa parks or anything im just sayin that its a crap shoot for most of these people. they probably wake up a lot earlier than they need to just so they can bus it to these places and still have to walk another mile or two just to get where theyre going.
there have been a few times where my coworker and i have been leaving for the evening and ive seen the hispanic girl who works at the Quiznos in our shopping center rushing to catch the bus. mind you our shopping center is probably at least a mile from the nearest bus stop. So last night when it seemed that finding a ride home (Supermom went home early again) i decided, Fuck it. im a big girl. More than capable of getting myself home. I walked my fat ass that mile down the street to the ONLY bus stop and waited. and waited. and waited. the bus finally made its way down La Palma. I hopped on, careful to ask the driver if he went down to st. college. lucky for me he did.
We made our way down La Palma in the dark and in silence. The few others on the bus were quiet. some were sleeping others just listening to their ipods. i was busily taking notes on my crackberry for blog ideas careful that i didnt get too distracted and miss my stop. when we reached the stop on st. college the bus driver let me off at the light since the connecting bus was just pulling up down the street. He honked for the other driver to stop and i ran (yes, RAN my fat ass) to the stop. i hopped on paid my fair and let the driver know that a woman with a baby in a car seat and a stroller were right behind me trying to catch the bus. That bitch of a driver put that bus in gear so fast i nearly fell trying to take a seat. who does that? "theres a lady with a baby coming" and you take off?!!! dont get me wrong. i get that youre on a schedule and i personally hate babies, but c'mon lady. she has a baby AND its cold outside!! i was livid!
after about five minutes i realized that nothing looked familiar. at the next available stop i got up and asked the driver if she went to Chapman Ave. She straight rolled her eyes at me and looked the other way. another young girl who was getting on at that stop told me that the bus indeed goes to chapman. after another minute or so the same girl asked which chapman i meant. Which Chapman? what do you mean which chapman?! Apparently there is a Chapman Ave. in Fullerton. Nowhere near where i needed to be. so now, i have to jump off at the next exit walk backwards to blocks (in the dark, in a neighborhood that i didnt recognize) and wait for the 57 bus going in the opposite direction. as i exited the bus i told that piece of shit driver that she was good for nothing.
i finally made it home around eight-ish. fuck. my. life. i was so heated over my encounter with that driver that i think i freaked my roommates out. Im already perfecting my angry letter to the OCTA. I have no idea what that drivers name was or if she has a badge number but i know she drives the 57 n. around 7pm. thats pretty much all i need, right? lol
last night i tried taking the bus home from work. BIG mistake. HUGE. ive come to the conclusion that i NEED to get going on this license thing. not because other people want me to but because not having a license/car REALLY fucking blows. I work in Anaheim Hills and if youre from so-cal you know its a pretty nice area. Apparently the people at the Orange County Transportation Authority dont feel that people who live in nice areas need bus stops on every corner like in Santa Ana. i get it. Most of the kids that come through my office are my age or younger and drive BMWs and Mercedes-benz that mommy and daddy bought them. But what about everyone else? Granted that people in the hills dont need public transportation, but what about the people that come in from the inner cities to do the work that the BMW driving folks dont want to do? did you think your taco bell taco made itself? it certainly wasnt made by pimple faced Chad as he works his after school job. Juana and Maria and Jose who serve your food and mow your lawns most likely bus themselves in from the not so nice parts of anaheim and orange and even santa ana. you know why north orange county has so many bus stops? because beaners dont have cars!!! they rely on public transportation every day!!! Anaheim Hills needs to be more bus accessable. thats all im sayin. im not tryin to be the mexican rosa parks or anything im just sayin that its a crap shoot for most of these people. they probably wake up a lot earlier than they need to just so they can bus it to these places and still have to walk another mile or two just to get where theyre going.
there have been a few times where my coworker and i have been leaving for the evening and ive seen the hispanic girl who works at the Quiznos in our shopping center rushing to catch the bus. mind you our shopping center is probably at least a mile from the nearest bus stop. So last night when it seemed that finding a ride home (Supermom went home early again) i decided, Fuck it. im a big girl. More than capable of getting myself home. I walked my fat ass that mile down the street to the ONLY bus stop and waited. and waited. and waited. the bus finally made its way down La Palma. I hopped on, careful to ask the driver if he went down to st. college. lucky for me he did.
We made our way down La Palma in the dark and in silence. The few others on the bus were quiet. some were sleeping others just listening to their ipods. i was busily taking notes on my crackberry for blog ideas careful that i didnt get too distracted and miss my stop. when we reached the stop on st. college the bus driver let me off at the light since the connecting bus was just pulling up down the street. He honked for the other driver to stop and i ran (yes, RAN my fat ass) to the stop. i hopped on paid my fair and let the driver know that a woman with a baby in a car seat and a stroller were right behind me trying to catch the bus. That bitch of a driver put that bus in gear so fast i nearly fell trying to take a seat. who does that? "theres a lady with a baby coming" and you take off?!!! dont get me wrong. i get that youre on a schedule and i personally hate babies, but c'mon lady. she has a baby AND its cold outside!! i was livid!
after about five minutes i realized that nothing looked familiar. at the next available stop i got up and asked the driver if she went to Chapman Ave. She straight rolled her eyes at me and looked the other way. another young girl who was getting on at that stop told me that the bus indeed goes to chapman. after another minute or so the same girl asked which chapman i meant. Which Chapman? what do you mean which chapman?! Apparently there is a Chapman Ave. in Fullerton. Nowhere near where i needed to be. so now, i have to jump off at the next exit walk backwards to blocks (in the dark, in a neighborhood that i didnt recognize) and wait for the 57 bus going in the opposite direction. as i exited the bus i told that piece of shit driver that she was good for nothing.
i finally made it home around eight-ish. fuck. my. life. i was so heated over my encounter with that driver that i think i freaked my roommates out. Im already perfecting my angry letter to the OCTA. I have no idea what that drivers name was or if she has a badge number but i know she drives the 57 n. around 7pm. thats pretty much all i need, right? lol
Monday, February 1, 2010
Monday Night Chatter
Sitting at home listening to the girls talk philosophical mumbo jumbo. the creation of man. mans purpose on earth. defining freedom and boundaries. heavy stuff. for a monday.
on a lighter note, people who raise opossums as pets and dance them all around. just another night at 148 N. Windgap...
on a lighter note, people who raise opossums as pets and dance them all around. just another night at 148 N. Windgap...
Dream a little dream of me....
ive been having the weirdest dreams lately....
On Sunday i dreamt of a high school friend who i havent seen in years. in my dream he was knocking on my front door and when no one came to open it, he opened my screen and put his hand in my window and hit mw on the top of my head. not only had that scared the shit out of me in my dream, but it also scared me in real life too. i woke up in bed startled and confused.
Last night i dreamt that i was being rushed to the hospital because i was about to have a baby. anyone who knows me knows id fling myself from the top of a staircase before i ever let myself get that far along. anywho, the delivery room was a zoo with people poppin in and out "trying to help". it seemed like everyone and their moms was there. except for my mom. the one person id actually want to be there. no one else seemed to think it was weird that my mom or my brother weren't there. i dont even think i noticed. i just remember looking like those crazy broads in movies having babies. sweating, cursing, legs in stirups and telling people to stay the fuck away from me. no baby daddy in sight, by the way... figures. lol
its not the first time ive dreamt about having a kid. for few weeks towards the end of last year i had four or five dreams where i had a baby but my mom had passed away. everyone who came to see my daughter went on and on about how happy my mom would have been and how much my daughter looked like her. it was really creepy cuz at the time my mom had been in and out of the hospital with diabetic complications. i guess it was my subconcious just worrying about her and her health. truth be told i couldnt imagine being a mom without my mom around. the idea of her not being here to watch my kids grow up breaks my fucking heart. on the other hand, the idea of having kids at all makes me want to vomit in my mouth, so lets just be thankful it was all a dream....
On Sunday i dreamt of a high school friend who i havent seen in years. in my dream he was knocking on my front door and when no one came to open it, he opened my screen and put his hand in my window and hit mw on the top of my head. not only had that scared the shit out of me in my dream, but it also scared me in real life too. i woke up in bed startled and confused.
Last night i dreamt that i was being rushed to the hospital because i was about to have a baby. anyone who knows me knows id fling myself from the top of a staircase before i ever let myself get that far along. anywho, the delivery room was a zoo with people poppin in and out "trying to help". it seemed like everyone and their moms was there. except for my mom. the one person id actually want to be there. no one else seemed to think it was weird that my mom or my brother weren't there. i dont even think i noticed. i just remember looking like those crazy broads in movies having babies. sweating, cursing, legs in stirups and telling people to stay the fuck away from me. no baby daddy in sight, by the way... figures. lol
its not the first time ive dreamt about having a kid. for few weeks towards the end of last year i had four or five dreams where i had a baby but my mom had passed away. everyone who came to see my daughter went on and on about how happy my mom would have been and how much my daughter looked like her. it was really creepy cuz at the time my mom had been in and out of the hospital with diabetic complications. i guess it was my subconcious just worrying about her and her health. truth be told i couldnt imagine being a mom without my mom around. the idea of her not being here to watch my kids grow up breaks my fucking heart. on the other hand, the idea of having kids at all makes me want to vomit in my mouth, so lets just be thankful it was all a dream....
Here We Go Again
Happy monday everyone! im baaaaack!!
i was re reading my blog the other night and forgot just how much i missed writting. i dont know why i stopped in the first place. i think my big move has really taken front stage over anything else i had going on. which, let me remind you, wasnt much. it was a long crazy summer that turned into an interesting fall thats leads me to here. Monday February 1, 2010. the first day of the first week of a brand new month. so im writting again. about anything and everything that pops into my head. bear with me...
i was re reading my blog the other night and forgot just how much i missed writting. i dont know why i stopped in the first place. i think my big move has really taken front stage over anything else i had going on. which, let me remind you, wasnt much. it was a long crazy summer that turned into an interesting fall thats leads me to here. Monday February 1, 2010. the first day of the first week of a brand new month. so im writting again. about anything and everything that pops into my head. bear with me...
Monday, March 30, 2009
People Really, Truly Think I Care...
Dear Strangers With Issues,
Do I look like Dear Fucking Abby? When im sitting here at my desk typing away happily on one of my many non-work related websites, do you REALLY think i want to hear about your baby mama drama? Do you think i NEED to know that your husband is a deadbeat dad who never sees his kids and THATS why you cant afford these Dior sunglasses? im sorry that your life sucks, but please dont share the details with me.
Aside from the fact that im heartless (well, not totally), but im also a
professional. and these are things i DO NOT need to know. I just wanna sell you some contacts. please dont bring up your "cheating, money hungry, ex wife". it makes me uncomfortable and i dont know what to say. you wanna talk about your feelings? find a shrink. seriously people, its awkward and NONE of my business. Even when you say "hahaha, my ex husband is a douchebag, hahahaha" it doesnt make it funny. if i laugh, its because im uncomfortable. Have you people ever heard of TMI, too much information? i dont go around to YOUR jobs and bitch about my period cramps and shitty relationships (i have a blog for that), so please dont air out your dirty laundry in mine.
If i were a better person, (and im not), and we saw each other more than once a year, (like, say i was your hairdresser) then i could understand you telling me your business. because thats what decent hairdressers do. but you and i are not friends. this desk is a force field. i dont get all up in your business because i dont want to. so dont put me there. ESPECIALLY if your ex is a patient here as well. i dont want to be selling them some glasses later on be thinking about what a cocksucker he is. grr! TMI, people!!!!
In conclusion, all im askin for is a little courtesy. Have a little pride ladies and gentlemen. My mother used to tell me that "what happens in my house, stays in my house" and i couldnt agree more. Yes i have a blog that i dont hold back on but people choose to read it. i dont force it upon anyone. and besides, im fucking hilarious. when life hands me lemons, i ask for tequila and salt... maybe ya'll should do the same.
Love,
Coree <3
Friday, March 27, 2009
Entering Food Coma
i ate too much.
*stupid hormones*
for lunch, my co workers and i decided to have a carnitas taco bar in our office. great idea. or at least i thought it was. i totally fat assed it :/ four tacos plus rice and beans. but oh man it was so delicious...
i miss carnitas. i havent had them in forever. i miss living in santa ana. :/ the BEST place for carnitas is walking distance from my moms house. id get a craving and take a little stroll down the street for some greasy, pork-y goodness. you cant get stuff like that when you live borderline orange/garden grove. although, we do have a couple excellent chinese food places nearby.
*stupid nostalgia*
i over ate because im homesick. lol
yeah, that sounds like a good excuse...
*stupid hormones*
for lunch, my co workers and i decided to have a carnitas taco bar in our office. great idea. or at least i thought it was. i totally fat assed it :/ four tacos plus rice and beans. but oh man it was so delicious...
i miss carnitas. i havent had them in forever. i miss living in santa ana. :/ the BEST place for carnitas is walking distance from my moms house. id get a craving and take a little stroll down the street for some greasy, pork-y goodness. you cant get stuff like that when you live borderline orange/garden grove. although, we do have a couple excellent chinese food places nearby.
*stupid nostalgia*
i over ate because im homesick. lol
yeah, that sounds like a good excuse...
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