caffeinatrix (caffeina) wrote,

grumpy frumpy post

Not a very nice evening at all. Jeez. Started out alright, sitting peacefully aboard Caltrain listening to Bright Eyes and Air. Nothing wrong with that at all. I had checked the connecting bus schedule and figured on an hour sitting around at the San Jose train station until the last bus of the night, which was inconvenient but not too horrendous...

But no, lords no, it was to be much worse. The schedule has recently changed, and now the last bus from SJ to Santa Cruz is at 10:10 instead of 11:45, roughly 25 minutes before I arrived at the station. What's more, the last train back to San Francisco left at 10:30. So I was basically fucked, and had to decide between a cold night at the train station or an $85.00 cab ride.

I opted for the cabride, and got a creepy religious/sexist lecture all about how "womens are special, dey make all life on this world, ya? I wouldna pick you up except you a womens, ya? I figure i treat a womens right, dey treat me right, ya?" and "the jews are the best in business of all the world, dey very smart in business, but god will deal with them later."

I decided I didn't really want this guy to drop me at my final destination, and opted instead to walk the remaining blocks, and then it started to rain a lot. on me. Wet whiney me.

And the fun joyjoy part came when I plopped down on the bed to find a musty dank wetness beneath me, and i pulled back the covers, for I had conveniently made the bed all neat and tidy, and I found a gigantic pool of cat piss soaked through all my blankets, the sheets and the matress. Um! Neat!

So i'm wondering what the fuck I bothered coming down here for. Oh yeah. To deal with lawyers, contractors, tenants and accountants.

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