Wednesday, December 10, 2003
last night they showed the original pilot episode of Seinfeld. that was so WEIRD. there was no Elaine. Jason Alexander was skinny and had hair. Michael Richards looked and acted exactly like he did in UHF. half the episode was Jerry's stand-up. it was like some dream.
i don't usually get mad at bus passengers, but i did today. there's a snowstorm going on, and so it was difficult enough to drive, but at one stop this guy comes up to the front of the bus and asks me, "is this the quad?" after pondering how you could be so idiotic as to point to the former capitol of the state of Iowa and ask if it was a dormitory, i explained that it wasn't and that the route i was driving, Pentacrest, doesn't go to any of the dorms. "you'll want a Red Route or a Hawkeye Interdorm," i explained.
next question: "should i get off this bus, then?" yes, you should get off the bus. ok, then after he gets off, another passenger comes up and asks if i go to Reinow, a dorm, and i say the same thing: "take a Red Route or a Hawkeye Interdorm." then ANOTHER passenger comes up and asks the same thing, and i tell them the same thing, and then about seven other people all get off the bus.
i mean, several people got on my bus without a clue as to what it was or where it was going. they must have been totally indifferent to their possible destination, or too shortsighted to think about it. i felt like i wasn't doing useful work at all. i felt like i might as well have been making sandwiches at Panera. those people were challenging how much i cared about my work. i don't often think this, but i'm beginning to get concerned that most people in the world don't have a fucking clue what's going on, and survive by following people whom they think know better.
that was just supposed to be a stupid little story and it turned all long-winded. oh well.
i don't usually get mad at bus passengers, but i did today. there's a snowstorm going on, and so it was difficult enough to drive, but at one stop this guy comes up to the front of the bus and asks me, "is this the quad?" after pondering how you could be so idiotic as to point to the former capitol of the state of Iowa and ask if it was a dormitory, i explained that it wasn't and that the route i was driving, Pentacrest, doesn't go to any of the dorms. "you'll want a Red Route or a Hawkeye Interdorm," i explained.
next question: "should i get off this bus, then?" yes, you should get off the bus. ok, then after he gets off, another passenger comes up and asks if i go to Reinow, a dorm, and i say the same thing: "take a Red Route or a Hawkeye Interdorm." then ANOTHER passenger comes up and asks the same thing, and i tell them the same thing, and then about seven other people all get off the bus.
i mean, several people got on my bus without a clue as to what it was or where it was going. they must have been totally indifferent to their possible destination, or too shortsighted to think about it. i felt like i wasn't doing useful work at all. i felt like i might as well have been making sandwiches at Panera. those people were challenging how much i cared about my work. i don't often think this, but i'm beginning to get concerned that most people in the world don't have a fucking clue what's going on, and survive by following people whom they think know better.
that was just supposed to be a stupid little story and it turned all long-winded. oh well.
