I survived the return to worklife.
My commute isn't bad. I take one bus which is considered lucky for many commuters to this place. My morning ride is much more pleasant because there is less traffic and people aren't very chatty. I do ride the bus with two co-workers but we have respected our morning moods. The afternoon bus ride is something I am still trying to figure out. The first day was the ride from hell. It took forever to even get down the hill (the workplace is at the top of a hill). The second day was much better because I left 20 minutes earlier. I definitely have to wear my iPod for the afternoon ride because I can't even think it is so loud. Everyone is on their cell phones. There was this family on the bus and one of the kids talked non-stop. He kept yelling to his mom that he wanted to go to church this Sunday. Finally, he yelled to her "we are Christian and Christians are supposed to go to church." I couldn't hear her response because the guy next to me kept calling people because he is apartment hunting. Every conversation started off with "yo." Towards the end, I wanted to shove his head against the window. Clearly, I don't fall in line with the rest of cheery Portland people. I am the angry commuter.
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Ah, the bus ride. Always an adventure. Oh the characters we see.
Last week I had the joy of not only standing for the entire ride into work (mind you, BEFORE coffee), but I was standing on the steps onto the bus, the front door mere inches from my behind. I had to get off the bus so people could get off, then get back on. And someone was wearing way way too much cologne.
And people wonder why I bike into work whenever possible.
The people are annoying, but it's the smell of the people that gets me. Especially on this one bus in the morning, it always smelled like a combination of drunk puke/scrambled eggs/cheerios. I hate making it to work, being in a bad mood and wanting to throw up.
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