The wheels on the bus…

27 09 2011

I have lived in Pittsburgh for my entire life, save for a year or so after I was born, and my years at Ohio U.

Sunday night was the very FIRST time I rode a PAT bus on my own. I was terrified.

I’ve only ever rode the busses here in the ‘Burgh with my friend, Nix. She KNOWS the busses. (I also asked her what bus & what time to get home from So Side, after I consulted the schedule. And I asked another co-worker. I was *that* freaked out.)

I’ve rode the subway and busses in Toronto and Montreal with less fear than I had tonight…

Why did I have to ride the bus? Well, there was something wrong with my Cobalt.

It started Friday on the way to work. At a stop sign, where I stopped fully, I noticed my speedometer showed I was still driving at 10MPH. Uh, no, I wasn’t.

I wrote it off as crazy Chevy stuff (things have happened kind of like that with my last three Chevy’s, so yeah…)

And on the way home, on a down hill, I hit the gas and nothing happened…  I had to pull over, stop  and re-start the car to get home… Still with the same issues.

But then on Saturday, the MPH when from 10 to 5 to 25 to 15 to 35… But it only happened a few times. Not always.

I was terrified to drive Sunday night to work. But I couldn’t NOT work, so Cboy and his lovely picked me up on their way to the South Side from the Pgh Zoo.

(Side note: I’m totally jealous of Cboy and his lovely. They had a great day at the zoo and saw more than I’ve ever seen!!!! Yay for them. Also, thank you.)

I got to work so early, that even Viking commented that I was even earlier than usual. (I’m ALWAYS early for work. Always. But this was definitely earlier than normal.)

And then, since we were so not busy at work, I took a bus home, the 54C, all by myself. I thought I had to walk from 22nd to 18th to get the bus, but I had an inkling that the 54C stopped outbound at 22nd… Many thanks to the nice girl who works at The Library in So Side for helping me when I asked her about the bus. And also to her to telling me that the bus ran late on Sundays, and would be there in maybe 10 minutes at one point. So. Helpful.

I didn’t have to pay for my ride, the fare thingy box was broken.

I called the dealership around 9am on Monday. They said since I didn’t have an appointment, I’d have to leave it or wait. Uh, I don’t have people (aka my parents when they lived here) to pick me up, so I have to wait. My “assigned” guy said it could be up to 5 hrs.

He reinforced this when I actually got there around 10 or 11am… I again told him I didn’t care, I had homework to do, and had no one to pick me up.  I was willing to sit, do my homework, and wait…

He seemed perturbed. But that isn’t my problem.

The only issue is the temporary waiting area at Baierl. No television as before. And the magazine selection? Hunting, guns, wine and cigars. Where am I???? West Virginia? Plus a single copy each of: Redbook, Good Houskeeping and Consumer Reports… Good lord.

I at first,  sat next to a woman who was filing her nails. No, I’m wrong, she was FILING HER NAILS LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. In the Baierl Chevy waiting area. I removed myself from her to sit by a nice man at a table. He was kind, and wished me an early reprieve from the dealership.

The dealership fixed up my car. It wasn’t my fuel pump. Thank god, since I’ve heard many horror stories on fuel pumps. It was just corroded electrical connections, which, apparently, many other Cobalt owners have had issues with.

I have missed hours of library time this weekend because of this car. (okay, also because Viking added a Friday shift for me, but still) The same issue will plague me this coming weekend. At least I seem to have a working vehicle…

Dear gray Cobalt, I know I have no name for you, as I had for the past 5+ cars I have owned, but I love you. I really do. I do enjoy driving you, and littering you as I please…  Please make this up to me and be the bestest car ever….





Work.

14 06 2011

I’m in love.

With work. No, really.

I totally love working at My Living Room again. Honestly, more than I ever did before. I’m so happy when I work. I have no idea why…. (Well, I have some idea, it has nothing to do with My Living Room, but I won’t share it here.)

(And, to be honest, how happy and pleasant I am with people, sometimes confuses even me…)

I love every shift I have. I love my co-workers. Each and EVERY one of them.

Last week? I worked almost 40 hours… Almost.

I haven’t worked a 40-hour week since October 2009! And you know what? I had NO IDEA I worked nearly 40 hours. It felt like a 15-20 hour work week to me. When I worked the desk job 40 hours a week, I knew it. And it sucked. Big time.  (Now, I know I’m not meant for desk jobs. heh.)

Nothing stressful, nothing bad, no one to yell at, nothing at all negative. I LOVE IT.

I love that I work days sometimes. I love that I work nights, and especially Sunday nights. (I can’t point out why I love Sundays, exactly, but I do love my Sunday nights) I also love that I work mid-day shifts.

I love that I’m now trusted to watch over shifts. It’s taken forever, and I kind of know why, and it’s not why I’d like it to be, but I’m happy I’m finally trusted at that level.

I also love that I’m doing kitchen prep. Seriously, I could do that for 12 hours a day. I don’t know why. I enjoy slicing veggies, apparently.

I really, just love my job right now. I really, really love it. Love it.

I’m so lucky to have a job where I love it. So. Dang. Lucky.

Thanks, Living Room.

What I also love? Friends from other bars who frequent My Living Room. AKA some of the regs.. They are amazing and awesome, and nice. I wish I could get out more and see those people in their bars… Eventually.

This is going to be a great summer, just based on WORK! No, really. WORK. (Not even pool time.)





Ear worm.

7 03 2011

It happens every once in a while. The ear worm…  I hear a song on the radio, or especially at My Living Room, or the symphony, where I can’t stop listening to it. It almost always, HAS to mean something to me… Not always, but 99% of the time.

Back in July, on the radio, on the way to watch Little C, it was Highway 20 Ride, by The Zac Brown Band – who I will be seeing, hopefully, in July. And whose song I still love.

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In My Living Room, a few weeks ago, it was January Wedding, by the Avett Brothers.

Played by a friend of mine who is soon leaving Pgh for Portland.

I’m entirely unhappy with this friend leaving town. And I will never tell this blog why. I’ll deal with it but it’s still sad to me. But as long as that song makes me happy? I’d rather be happy lately, than dwell on the bad things. Even if I shed tears in secret over it. And Little C. Good plan, all around.

Enjoy the music ear-worm.

I’ll be happy about it soon enough.





Different.

4 02 2011

Things are so different for me now…. A year and a half after I lost my FT job, I’m just realizing it.

I used to be so regimented. I did rugby work, at work (sorry) and then did it at home. I WAS ON TOP OF THINGS!!!! Even though I gave up most of my social life to do rugby work….

Now that I don’t have a day job and just work at My Living Room here & there? Rugby work is really last minute. At the end of my rope kind of thing… And I forget a lot of stuff I said I’d do… (Which, for big events, is when I do my best work. Truly.)

Not only do I have most days free, work some nights, and not have a big event… I fail….

It’s not just the job. It is the winter. And the recent sick… I’m always a running into a major fail in the winter. I hate winter. I need sun. The happiest I can remember being in the past ten years? This past summer, when I spent so much time in the sun.

Everything I’ve done since the middle of January for rugby has failed. FAIL.

Add that to lack of sun, missing my family and whatever else I encounter? I’m miserable, but lucky I’m strong of heart and soul and can make it to My Living Room and put on a smile.

Sometimes I show up, at My Living Room, not wanting to smile, not even knowing if I can. But, you know what? I always do. I ALWAYS DO. Someone always comes in and makes me smile like a crazy lady. I love it.

Something is different this time around, and I love My Living Room, especially the regulars – day and night – much more. They make me smile so much. And enjoy my time there.

The rugby players who don’t “get” the regulars? They’d never understand this. This makes me sad… There are good people at My Living Room, day in and day out…. And they make our world go ’round…

This weekend will be my first time working a Super Bowl Sunday NIGHT shift… I’m interested to see what happens, since I’ve always worked the day shift for the Super Bowl and gone home at half time….

Here’s hoping for happy.

Ruggers, please just accept the people who inhabit your ‘clubhouse’ the rest of the time, while they watch the game…

And Regulars, please just accept the rugby players. They aren’t there often.

Both, just be peaceful. Watch the game, cheer, and give HIGH FIVES!!

I love me many HIGH FIVES!!!!

Thank you, and goodnight.





Teh Sick.

31 01 2011

I haz it…

I woke up today, after a GREAT night at My Living Room, feeling like the sole of a shoe. No, really. I felt like death walking.

I had to be at work tonight at 6pm. And rather than my normal, shower and head out the door BEFORE 5PM, I took a nap and slept until 4:30. I considered calling off, but it was too late (in my mind) to do that. And then I had to force myself to get ready for work. People? This NEVER happens. I’m usually so ready for work that it’s silly. I even arrive outrageously early all the time!

I was at work for a little over 2 hours when even more body aches & pains consumed me and Peaches let me go home. I appreciate that so much…

I stopped at the store on the way home to buy meds, and now I’m at home, feeling like death, and planning to down a ton of said meds to sleep as long as possible and hoping said sleep beats the crap out of whatever is seemingly trying to kill me.

Here’s hoping, since I don’t have insurance, and don’t want to spend all of my money on a trip to any medical facility and/or prescription meds.





Thanks for a great start.

1 01 2011

Just a quick note to thank my friends for making this morning a fun one. I opened My Living Room early for my friends who were attending the Polar Bear Plunge.

You can see some pictures from the actual plunge at BurghBaby‘s site or on her Flickr account. (Great pics, btw!)

It was a great morning, albeit slow food-wise since all 20+ of you ordered food at the exact same moment. But Rook and I appreciated your patience. And the fact that you love My Living Room and wanted to spend your morning there.

Thank you for a great start to 2011. Your support of me and My Living Room truly means a lot to me. 🙂 I have great friends.





Alive & well!!

9 11 2010

I’m totally alive & well.

Worky-worky is messing with my blog posting.

I don’t care. I’m sooooooooooooooo happy to be at My Living Room working. I said before, I LOVE the people that work there right now.

I’m so, so happy.

So. Happy.

And now I don’t work till next Sunday.

But I have HO1KB to look forward to on Wednesday night. I can’t wait!!

And the Angels at Nationals. I’d be nervous, but I know this team, and they will do it. They will bring me home a National Championship thingamagig (trophy or plaque.) And I, yes I, will hang it on the wall of My Living Room (for no reason other than I couldn’t play or go) and be oh. so. proud.

And then I will go see my Little C and fam for Turkey Day and the family photo opp.

I haven’t talked about this here, but my Lili & NE hired this kick-ass casual photographer for the day after Turkey Day. To take multiple family photos.

The picture of The Nana, The GrandPa, Lili, NE, Little C and I, will be the most epic picture I’ve ever seen. I guarantee it. I cannot wait. Cannot. Wait.

I also had a dream, where I foresee a picture of me and my Little C being redonkulous. (New word, world, learn it. It’s me and my C. We’re allowed.)

And I will cherish that picture and every single one this photog takes like my life depends on it. (I’m sappy like that. Learn it. Deal with it.)

I can’t wait for family picture time. I cannot wait. Me, Lili and Little C? We’re gonna make this a party that everyone wishes they attended. True story.