species under glass

Axel is passed out, and I'm sitting ony my computer with a bottle of wine instead of going to bed. I always do this the night before my day off.

I think I miss working for myself.

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You know, if I judged soley by the people I work with, I would conclude that car drivers are a bunch of real sad-sack whiners.

See, the office block where I work has parking - for a few hundred people. There are somewhere between three and four thousand working here. They tell you this right during the initial interview. Parking for maybe one in eight people. Do the math.

So people know this and they take the job anyway. And they drive in from Whitby or Burlington, or whereever it is that they live. And they park in the side streets and get tickets, or in the local malls and their cars get towed. At breaks they scramble around to move their vehicles or try to wipe the marks off their tires. And they bitch and moan every single day about how the company doesn't have enough parking for all the employees. To the point where even the people who don't drive will kvetch about it, saying, "I think it's rediculous that the bank doesn't provide parking blah, blah blah".

It's starting to seriously get on my tits.

I mean, these are generally really nice people. I like them. I like working with them. But for some reason they have this idea that because they chose to accept a job in a town where they do not live, it's the company's fault that they can't find a convenient place to stash their vehicle for the shift.

I mean, I travel by public transit, and if I am offered a job in a location where I can't get to work, I take that into consideration and DON'T TAKE THE FUCKING JOB. I have yet to spend any time kvetching that my employer doesn't spend money on sending a private bus to my door to pick me up. I have also yet to hear any of the other public transit users make any such a complaint.

So recently I finally said to a couple of the guys in question, "Why don't you organize a car pool? Several hundred people who live in reasonable vicinity of each other work similar shifts and could participate." They laughed it off. I don't want to ride with him, he smells. Etc. And the next day they were running outside at break and moving their cars so they don't get a ticket from the mall security.

I don't get it.

I'm starting to wonder if the suburbs aren't genuinely an alternative universe.

What I'm listening to right this second: The Clash

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What I'm listening to right this second: Mindless Self Indulgence