Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Riding the Bus
I rode the bus last week. And I actually really enjoyed it. Unfourtanetly I have to leave the house about 10 minutes earlier to catch the bus which is EXTREMELY difficult for me. However, for the next (and last) 2 weeks at Capella, I'm going to try to take the bus on Mondays and Wednesdays. It'll be a little less wear and tear on the car and it'll get me used to metro transportation...a very good thing!
And an added bonus, I get to listen to my MP3 player on the way to work, or read a book, and when I go home at night I get to stand in a line waiting for the bus!
And an added bonus, I get to listen to my MP3 player on the way to work, or read a book, and when I go home at night I get to stand in a line waiting for the bus!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Waiting
It's been a tad over a month since the applications for a fellowship with the National Library of Medicine were due. The fellowship is a one-possible two year fellowship learning about medical librarianship and gaining practice and skills working in medical libraries. It's in Bethesda, Maryland at the National Institute of Health. It's awesome...I'm starting to go crazy waiting :) Every day I check my e-mail and my phone CONSTANTLY hoping I will hear from them. And right now there are two response I would receive - that I have an interview or that I've been rejected. Of course I would like an interview!
I'm feeling very impatient and very much like the rest of my life will/can begin when I find out if I am or am not going out east. And that is difficult - waiting, in limbo...with my future in someone else's hands. And one of the difficult thoughts to grasp is that if I get an interview I get to wait some more! Or that I'll have waited and waited and then get rejected.
I'm hoping to hear something very soon and of course will blog about it - just had to vent for now about how horrible it is to wait for something you want so bad....
by the way for anyone waiting for more blogs on eat,pray,love - sorry I've been so behind (swamped with school stuff) but I plan to get on track, in fact I will probably do a post this week on the last 12 tales of Italy. thanks for YOUR patience ;)
I'm feeling very impatient and very much like the rest of my life will/can begin when I find out if I am or am not going out east. And that is difficult - waiting, in limbo...with my future in someone else's hands. And one of the difficult thoughts to grasp is that if I get an interview I get to wait some more! Or that I'll have waited and waited and then get rejected.
I'm hoping to hear something very soon and of course will blog about it - just had to vent for now about how horrible it is to wait for something you want so bad....
by the way for anyone waiting for more blogs on eat,pray,love - sorry I've been so behind (swamped with school stuff) but I plan to get on track, in fact I will probably do a post this week on the last 12 tales of Italy. thanks for YOUR patience ;)
Thursday, March 6, 2008
We are bus 470
I am a people watcher. All the time I am watching people, even as I walk down the street. Even as I walk through the skyways. Yesterday after work as I walked through the skyways I was watching everyone outside on the streets of downtown minneapolis. There is always a lot of activity around 5 in downtown minneapolis. People are trying to make it to their bus stop, cars or the local pub for happy hour. So because I expect this hustle, bustle activity as I was hustling and bustling to my car I suddenly almost stopped in the skyways because of something that caught my attention.
I didn't stop, but what I saw made me giggle, and giggle, and giggle, for about a half hour.
On the corner of 6th street and 3rd avenue (it's okay if you don't actually know where this is!) is a bus stop. At this bus stop were about 15 people waiting for the bus. When I say people, I'm referring to working professionals in their mid 20's to mid 40's, in business dress...some even had briefcases. This isn't what was so funny, a lot of people take the bus. I giggle even now as I write because at this bus stop, this group of around 15 business professionals were in a single file line waiting for the bus! Picture, about 15 adults dressed up, waiting in a single file line with enough personal space between each other (you know-for that "comfort zone") so the line was probably about 30 feet long. Oh it was funny :)
I don't ride the bus much, so maybe this is normal - a courtesy to the people that were there first. You know, first come first serve on the bus...are there good seats on the bus? Maybe there are good seats on the bus and so if you're the first one at the bus stop you get the best seat.
I think what made me giggle was the fact that they all looked so polite and so perfectly lined up...not one person was standing next to another. I felt like the first person in line needed a sign that stated something like, "We are bus 470"
Maybe we're all deep down, longing to be kids again so we take any chance we can get...even if it's standing in a single file line at a bus stop.
I didn't stop, but what I saw made me giggle, and giggle, and giggle, for about a half hour.
On the corner of 6th street and 3rd avenue (it's okay if you don't actually know where this is!) is a bus stop. At this bus stop were about 15 people waiting for the bus. When I say people, I'm referring to working professionals in their mid 20's to mid 40's, in business dress...some even had briefcases. This isn't what was so funny, a lot of people take the bus. I giggle even now as I write because at this bus stop, this group of around 15 business professionals were in a single file line waiting for the bus! Picture, about 15 adults dressed up, waiting in a single file line with enough personal space between each other (you know-for that "comfort zone") so the line was probably about 30 feet long. Oh it was funny :)
I don't ride the bus much, so maybe this is normal - a courtesy to the people that were there first. You know, first come first serve on the bus...are there good seats on the bus? Maybe there are good seats on the bus and so if you're the first one at the bus stop you get the best seat.
I think what made me giggle was the fact that they all looked so polite and so perfectly lined up...not one person was standing next to another. I felt like the first person in line needed a sign that stated something like, "We are bus 470"
Maybe we're all deep down, longing to be kids again so we take any chance we can get...even if it's standing in a single file line at a bus stop.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
car troubles
So a few weeks ago, on a monday morning I'm cheerfully driving to work, looking forward to the day ahead, even the week ahead...life is good. Not far into the drive there is a demanding, repetitive, clunking sound coming from underneath the hood of my car. I was a bit alarmed but not to the point of turning around and going home, after all...over the past few weeks there have been strange sounds, smells and the oil light would occasionally be on and then turn off as the car warmed up and nothing serious had happened on these mornings so I proceeded to take my car for granted and continue on my way. Big Mistake!
The car died and I thought, yup...I need oil...and I have some, I'm prepared! 2 quarts in the backseat, just for this occassion...and the car started again after it was fed it's oil! unfourtanetly, I may have been too late with the oil. Over the next 10-15 minutes of my drive the car proceeded to die about 4 or 5 times, everytime this annoying yellow light would flash at me...mocking me, saying, "you crazy lady...don't you know how to take care of your car?" I kept ignoring the signs, thinking, I'll make it downtown, the car will keep starting, we can do this. My doubts grew as the interior of my car filled with smoke but I am persistent...well stubborn.
Sadly we couldn't do it...the car and my hopes died on 35W just after I'd exited on to 35W from 62 conveniently in the way of angry commuters. Fourtanetly, I am a lucky unlucky person...Jerry of Jerry's Towing happened to be heading back to the office on Lake Street when he saw my stalled vehicle...I'd been there only a few minutes. He pulled up, started hooking up my car to his tow truck and gave me a lift downtown. I made it downtown after all...to the expensive tune of a new motor for my abused car.
Moral of the story: change your oil.
Oh and thankfully for me...God's always one step ahead sending a Jerry to tow and fix the problem I thought I could solve with 2 quarts of oil way to late...silly me
The car died and I thought, yup...I need oil...and I have some, I'm prepared! 2 quarts in the backseat, just for this occassion...and the car started again after it was fed it's oil! unfourtanetly, I may have been too late with the oil. Over the next 10-15 minutes of my drive the car proceeded to die about 4 or 5 times, everytime this annoying yellow light would flash at me...mocking me, saying, "you crazy lady...don't you know how to take care of your car?" I kept ignoring the signs, thinking, I'll make it downtown, the car will keep starting, we can do this. My doubts grew as the interior of my car filled with smoke but I am persistent...well stubborn.
Sadly we couldn't do it...the car and my hopes died on 35W just after I'd exited on to 35W from 62 conveniently in the way of angry commuters. Fourtanetly, I am a lucky unlucky person...Jerry of Jerry's Towing happened to be heading back to the office on Lake Street when he saw my stalled vehicle...I'd been there only a few minutes. He pulled up, started hooking up my car to his tow truck and gave me a lift downtown. I made it downtown after all...to the expensive tune of a new motor for my abused car.
Moral of the story: change your oil.
Oh and thankfully for me...God's always one step ahead sending a Jerry to tow and fix the problem I thought I could solve with 2 quarts of oil way to late...silly me
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