A week or so ago I signed up for 2 different employment agencies (don't tell, they both think I'm being exclusive). Today one of them called me and asked if I wanted to work today day for 10$/hr doing something brainless. Sure! I'll do anything for money (within reason).
So I went off to Battlefield Graphics to see what kind of boringness they had for me. Of course I had to take the bus because there were no cars to be had. I was supposed to be there at 1 so I left home at noon. Plenty of time, right? Except the bus didn't come until 12:45! GAH! And when I told the bus driver where I was going he told me that his bus only goes that far during rush hour. Double GAH! The bus driver phoned me a "dial-a-ride". What's this, says I. It's a taxi.
The bus driver took me as close to my destination as his route would permit (I was the only one on the bus btw), then chucked me at the GO station, where I waited for my knight in yellow armor to rescue me. By that time it was 1:02. By the time the taxi arrived it was 1:10. I gave the knight my transfer (I'd never heard of this dial-a-ride thing before today but the cabbies must get reimbursed by the city, I guess.) By the time I got there it was 1:15. I hate being late! But noone else appeared to notice/care.
I spent the next four hours gluing CDs about depression into books about depression, then the final three hours glue-gunning fluffy dusters onto signs proclaiming the fabulousness of the miracle fluffy dusters. THE END.
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1 comment:
Dial-a-ride must be a secret. I've never heard of it. I don't think I would do that for $10 per hour, 'cause it sounds too depressing.
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