Too early for attitude
I was on the bus this morning at 7:35 am, and this one lady ran to the bus and asked the bus driver, “do you go downtown?”
The bus driver said, “no. I go to the University only.”
She said, “well which bus goes downtown?”
Bus driver said, “the one in front of me that just left.”
She said, “well can you dispatch it to come back or stop. I have to go now!”
Bus driver said, “by the time I dispatch him he would have gone too far.”
She then got MAD and said, “I have to go downtown. I am lost and I have no idea which bus goes where. I got a job interview at 8 am and I am fucking screwed! Can’t you fucking HELP ME!”
Bus driver said, “that’s not my problem. I don’t know all their schedules. You got to wait 10 – 15 minutes for the next one I believe.”
She then started screaming and got so emotional and pissed and crying.
Bus driver just closed the door and left.
First off, I would never hire her. She is late for a job interview anyways. It’s always a good first impression to be PUNCTUAL and be there at least 15 minutes early. She doesn’t know the bus schedules and she actually accepted a job interview at 8 am which means she is desperate and immature and have no idea how the working world works. I feel pity for her ignorance and her lack of anger management.






It’s funny how people perceive me as just a web designer who does pretty graphics and that’s it. No one recognizes the fact that I am a PROGRAMMER! Is it because I am a girl? So I get people sending me messages and emails of job positions that are only free lance web designer, or flash developer? I am like is that a career? I am not even THAT good at it. When I apply for jobs I apply for FULL TIME Programming or any Information Technology related jobs. That’s all. I hate FREELANCE work! I want a real job with management and people. I don’t want to deal with single clients! It’s horrible!

My mom has been sick for a while now and the doctors in Canada are probably the worse there can be. She kept having foot pains and her feet were always swollen and couldn’t walk much. Until finally, yesterday, after all these weeks and going to doctors back and forth they finally told her she has high blood pressure and diabetes. All this morning I kept getting lectured about diabetes from my mom. She kept saying, “your dad has it too, it’s all in the family, and now me.” I said, “I know, but what about your high blood pressure?” She said, “I took the medicine last night and I was able to sleep.” So today she looked good as new and her feet are not swollen much anymore.
