Macrolog
The Rage
I had a serious case of the rage this morning.
I wasn’t off to a good start anyway since I didn’t get home till after 2:30am last night, didn’t get to bed until 3am, and didn’t get to sleep till nearly 4am ‘cause the Crocodile Hunter was on Discovery and he was in Madagascar swinging through trees with lemurs and I just couldn’t miss that.
Anyway, this morning an empty #10, which must have been afraid of passengers since I know for a fact that the driver could see me running in the side mirror if he bothered to look, sailed away from the bus stop before I could get there (and I wasn’t the only one running - I hate bus drivers, the whine about pay and they go on strike but they hardly ever do their job so fuck ‘em).
So I stood for 15 minutes at the top of the queue, I must emphasise, for fifteen minutes. Another bus finally shows up, but what happens? The bastard stops short of the stop, allowing a horde of fucking ignorant students to rush up, block my path, and sneak on ahead of me. This isn’t Lord of the Flies, you fucks. It’s not every-man-for-himself. Whatever happened to common fucking courtesy??
After that I decided I just can’t deal with a five-hour block of classes. I’ll probably go home after my tutorial. I’ve got reading to do anyway. At least my XML skills are improving. My document validates, my DTD works, and now even my CSS file is coming along. I feel good.
But not good enough.
Tue 12 Feb 2002 at 10:50 ·
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