the universe says "ppppphhhhhbt!"
Oct. 26th, 2005 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivendellroseMy morning so far: get to bus-stop on 45th, see a big crowd, think "oh good, there'll be a bus any minute." Check time on cellphone - indeed, it is 9:43, which usually means there will be a bus in about two minutes. Yay! Also note (and this is significant later in our tale...) that my cellphone is fully charged.
9:51 - bus finally appears over the hill. I get my pass out, happy that it has finally deigned to appear... and it drives right past our stop. It's too full to pick up passengers. Son of a bitch, I think, I'm going to be late if the next one doesn't show in the next five minutes. This happens sometimes, though, so... whatever.
About seven minutes later, I'm getting a bit desperate. I pull out my cellphone to check the time... nothing. Blank screen. That's... odd. I must've turned it off somehow, I tell myself. I push power... still nothing. I push it again. Nada. The cellphone gods have decided I'm not worthy. This also means I cannot call in to the office. Curses! When the bus does finally show up, I end up sitting across from a very heavy man who is telling some inane story in such a bellow that I can hear him rather clearly over my headphones. While irritating, this is not so appalling as when he wrenches up the shirt that was already not-quite-covering his massive, hairy belly, and begins pointing at something far enough north on his gut that I'm afraid nipples will soon be involved in the narration. I avert my eyes. The man next to me makes an aggravated noise, almost a plea for the man to stop. He moves on in his story... and then does it again a few minutes later!
After he got off, there was a moment of silence, and then those of us who'd been sitting around him kind of looked at each other, grinned, and shook our heads. The woman who'd been next to me at the bus-stop was there, too - we decided this was probably the universe trying to tell us to go back home.
On an entirely separate subject, I think Erin and I have found our future career field. The problem with both CHID and English/Anthropology is that, while you're sort of qualified for anything, you're specifically qualified for almost nothing... leaving both of us answering "hell if we know" to the perennial "what are you going to do when you grow up?" question. But the dilemma has been solved! It'll take a bit of job-specific training, of course, and maybe some skills that we don't have yet, but we're confident that our passion and adaptive, creative minds are ready for the challenge. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we've found our purpose in life. We're going to be space pirates.
Can't you see it? "Oh, I'm a double-major in English and Anthrolopology." "Ah... And what are you going to do with that?" "I'm going to be a space pirate." "....Oh."
9:51 - bus finally appears over the hill. I get my pass out, happy that it has finally deigned to appear... and it drives right past our stop. It's too full to pick up passengers. Son of a bitch, I think, I'm going to be late if the next one doesn't show in the next five minutes. This happens sometimes, though, so... whatever.
About seven minutes later, I'm getting a bit desperate. I pull out my cellphone to check the time... nothing. Blank screen. That's... odd. I must've turned it off somehow, I tell myself. I push power... still nothing. I push it again. Nada. The cellphone gods have decided I'm not worthy. This also means I cannot call in to the office. Curses! When the bus does finally show up, I end up sitting across from a very heavy man who is telling some inane story in such a bellow that I can hear him rather clearly over my headphones. While irritating, this is not so appalling as when he wrenches up the shirt that was already not-quite-covering his massive, hairy belly, and begins pointing at something far enough north on his gut that I'm afraid nipples will soon be involved in the narration. I avert my eyes. The man next to me makes an aggravated noise, almost a plea for the man to stop. He moves on in his story... and then does it again a few minutes later!
After he got off, there was a moment of silence, and then those of us who'd been sitting around him kind of looked at each other, grinned, and shook our heads. The woman who'd been next to me at the bus-stop was there, too - we decided this was probably the universe trying to tell us to go back home.
On an entirely separate subject, I think Erin and I have found our future career field. The problem with both CHID and English/Anthropology is that, while you're sort of qualified for anything, you're specifically qualified for almost nothing... leaving both of us answering "hell if we know" to the perennial "what are you going to do when you grow up?" question. But the dilemma has been solved! It'll take a bit of job-specific training, of course, and maybe some skills that we don't have yet, but we're confident that our passion and adaptive, creative minds are ready for the challenge. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we've found our purpose in life. We're going to be space pirates.
Can't you see it? "Oh, I'm a double-major in English and Anthrolopology." "Ah... And what are you going to do with that?" "I'm going to be a space pirate." "....Oh."
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What do you do with a BA in English?
Date: 2005-10-26 05:50 pm (UTC)Space pirates! Whee!
Re: What do you do with a BA in English?
Date: 2005-10-26 06:01 pm (UTC)Wheeee! We just need a ship. And a captain. And some crew who are a bit more good at things like that than we are. And... yeah. But it's a plan!
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Date: 2005-10-26 06:17 pm (UTC)(Also, we must find sexy crewmen and captains, and avail ourselves of their charms. Hopefully we'll be able to divy them evenly between us.)
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Date: 2005-10-27 07:55 pm (UTC)Also, I *finally* just watched "Dodgeball" for the first time, have you seen it? I was very surprised to find a very appropriate and well-qualified potential addition for our Space Pirate team!
Argggggh matey.
Date: 2005-10-26 06:39 pm (UTC)Lately I'm rethinking the plan and I might go small-scale, with kayaks. Because people seem to prefer the individual attention a 'boutique' business presents rather than going all corporate.
Re: Argggggh matey.
Date: 2005-10-26 06:46 pm (UTC)Small-scale is definitely the way to go - big corporations are so impersonal. Plus, they're easier to steal from than to become. Kayaks might be a bit tricky, but I think I could probably work with a small sailboat for a while, until technology catches up to the interplanetary part of my plans.
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Date: 2005-10-26 11:29 pm (UTC)Oh, good! I am so glad that someone has solved the English major dilemma before I graduate! Thank you - space piracy is in my future. Maybe I could be the sexy doctor's assistant...
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Date: 2005-10-27 01:46 am (UTC)Space piracy is totally the answer for English majors who don't want to become teachers! And any other majors who happen to be interested, as well. ;)
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Date: 2005-10-27 08:00 pm (UTC)Also, your LJ format is freakin sweet!
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Date: 2005-10-28 03:26 am (UTC)Thank you! I loves it so! =D (And I friended you, by the way.)
I can't help myself...
Date: 2005-10-27 12:11 am (UTC)If none of the above works, have your dad (the account holder?) call your wireless carrier with your phone in hand for further troubleshooting and to see if you are still under warranty (usually 1 year) or elligible for a new phone upgrade.
/cell phone industry professional
Re: I can't help myself...
Date: 2005-10-27 01:47 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:36 am (UTC)And, oooh, Cora could be the ship Doctor (of course if we're going to have a female Doc, we need a sexy male assistant)
Please, I wanna come! I promise I won't be all Mom-ish. ;P
P.S. Besides, Theo's gonna need friends in space, and Snape LOVES an adventure. And maybe since we'll be in space, Missy will be able to clean areas she can't reach here on Earth.
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:45 am (UTC)I promise to consider you for the crew, should I manage to find a ship. ;)
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Date: 2005-10-27 03:19 am (UTC)Did you hear (well, of course you did you were AT school today) they found a body on campus at 45th and 18th? Do you know what happened, they didn't give any info other than that on the news.
Oh, and by the way, love the story about the guy on the bus!
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Date: 2005-10-27 04:57 am (UTC)I did hear about it, but only after I got home from class, and I didn't hear any details, yet. I'll keep my ears open...
Thanks!
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