trinityvixen | How can it be one of those mornings...

So, freshmen blow. People who act like them, too. This girl not only e-mails me Friday after it's too late to get this other book from home that day, that she wants the book I almost considered asking my Dad to bring in to me, in addition to the other one he was selling. I just knew this was going to happen. I ask him to bring in one, but not the other, and of course someone's gonna ask for it. That aside, getting the book wasn't a huge deal, as my Dad came in again to work late Sunday, and I picked it up from him at his new office--which is across from where his old office used to be and where I, for the first time, got a close-up view of ground zero. Yippie, howdy.

But to make this anal, this girl wants the fucking book before her goddamned class. Excuse me, but if you're buying the book more than two-three weeks in, would it *KILL* you to wait one more class? These books are all for Chinese Civ, and I ended up having to wait like TWO MONTHS to get them from Amazon and people are harassing me if I don't answer their e-mail in a day (the last person I sold to) or if I can't ferry them the book before a certain point in time (this latest ass-witch). So, I tell her, "No, I can't meet you at 11, I, unlike you, actually am productive and have a job." I offer her 9 am or 6 pm, the former I expect rejected on grounds of being too early for college student not ready to meet until 11 for 1 pm class, and the latter rejected because of her anality about having it for class at 1.

To my surprise, she has a class at 9 (who knew? I mean, I had them, but I'm not typical college, and because I hate this person now, I assume she is). So, she offers 8:45. That's fucking fantastic. No, "Hey can we do a bit earlier?" No. It's all me-me-me-me-me ad infinitum. That's how it was with her first e-mail: meet me when I say to fit my schedule. Resigned to this, on a Monday, no less, I managed to get up and out of bed and, though cutting it close, there was every indication I'd be there exactly at 8:45. Not even a minute late.

Tell that to THE FUCKING 1/9 WHICH IS NO LONGER IN MY GOOD GRACES EVER!!!!!! I get to 96th, a bit irate because the bus driver liked to inch forward in stopped traffic and break, inch forward and break, etc etc., and there was a perfectly empty 1 or 9 waiting to go uptown. I figured, problem train, but there was a shitload of people waiting, which meant maybe the train was empty because of an earlier missed train. Which means crowded but immediately present train for me. WRONG. The train left with no passengers, and because I'm not an asshole, I didn't shove people out of the way and butt through crowds that had been waiting longer than me onto the next 1/9 that came.

If I'd known it would then take about 10 minutes for the next local, I might have been less principled. THREE EXPRESS TRAINS CAME AND WENT while I waited for another local. Also, there was still a huge crowd, thanks especially to those express trains disgorging people. Once I actually GOT ON the mother-f'ing train, it was crowded as fuck and everyone but me was vocalizing their problems with other people pushing and being rude--right as they were doing it to me and others. Worse, some woman kept wiggling her hand at my waist, so I moved my bag (she may have been reaching for the pole, but I am prepared for pickpockets at any point, especially on a crowded train, very easy pickings there) but she still kept it up. It was werid and I cast a look at her, which didn't really make it stop.

Of course, by the time I reach campus, it's 9, and the girl isn't in Lerner Lobby, presumably because the little bitch just had to be on time to class. At this point, I want to cry. It's an hour before work is supposed to start, I'm at Columbia, so it means still more train to get uptown, and when I get there, I have to get out in the bowels of hell part of the station, and I JUST KNOW THE WITCH IS GOING TO TELL ME TO COME BACK DOWN TO MORNINGSIDE AFTER WORK AND AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Between me getting to work and then, more shit happens:

-as I am about to enter the uptown 1/9 from 116th, where I've been patiently standing by the door to let people out, a girl breezes by me for no reason other than she couldn't wait two seconds for me to go in first. She promptly sits her ass down in a) the reserved seating, and b) the last available seat. I fight urge to rip whatever paper she's filling out to shreds.

-am cramped into elevator rising out of the smelliest, ugliest station in the whole of NYC, while MTA people laugh about how it's only 9 levels to the surface should anyone want to walk it

-arrive on A/C level to MTA employee shouting in megaphone that, due to police activity, there is no downtown 1/9 service and to take the A/C. If this lasts the day, the girl wanting this book can blow me.

-take elevator to my floor only to find, AGAIN, conference room/eating area locked. Ready to storm the office and demand it be opened so I can eat the breakfast I've brought with me, I instead go down to the cafeteria and hope that my anti-bacterial gel makes up for not being able to wash my hands because I don't have time to eat otherwise.

-find out that grapefruit I bought at exhorbitant price is not in fact pink grapefruit, but bland white one, unsuitable for peeling and eating. I eat it anyway out of spite.

And now? All I need now is for this girl to cancel the book purchase. Just let her try. I'll give her such a bad review, no one on DogEars will touch her. And have I mentioned today how much I hate that site!?!