A complaint to the LIRR

3 12 2007

Sent today:

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I am a regular commuter on the LIRR. I bought a December monthly ticket yesterday. I still had my November monthly ticket in my ticket holder. I was harassed by the conductor this morning to give up my November ticket.

I have never heard of any rules that the conductor has to collect the previous month’s tickets while punching the current months. I have never been asked to give up a previous month’s ticket if it was showing in my ticket holder. Other commuters had their November tickets visible in their wallet, showed the December ticket, had it punched and were not harassed the way I was.

Was it discrimination, random harassment? I don’t know. And I certainly don’t appreciate it.

I think it’s poor service to harass a commuter on their way to work.

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Comments: I paid quite a bit of money for that, I’m sure I’m allowed to do with it as I please. It’s the principle of the thing.





People you hate to sit next to on the train

19 09 2007

Or across from. Or down a row from. Or behind. Or in front of (depending on which way the seats are facing). Or breathing the same air as.

I take the 704a train to work every morning. I also like to get in a good 45 min nap on my way to the city. So do the other 90% of the commuters on the train. Some people like to read. Some people catch up on work. Others like to enjoy the quiet time where they don’t need to drive. It’s gotten a great deal quieter since  school’s started up, and parents are less likely to infringe on our morning commute with their loud children (not all are loud, admittedly) for a fun family city day trip.

In short, we enjoy the QUIET.

Apparently, some arrogant self-entitled individuals enjoy the QUIET so much, they strive to ruin it for the other 99% of the people in the car by having a long, drawn-out, and loud cell phone conversation. I can understand a frantic interviewee getting last minute directions to their destination. I can understand harried tourists who are speaking to loved ones, and who have never navigated Penn Station during rush hour. I can even understand working mothers who want to talk to their kids before starting their work day. On average, these phone calls last 5 minutes — tops.

This guy, this morning… Unbelievable. Unbelievably inconsiderate, unbelievably loud, unbelievably so infuriating — that if I wasn’t so tired, I would have stood up and snapped at this guy to shut the hell up. I mean, even the conductor came by to tell him to quiet down. Which he did, for all of 30 seconds. I can’t imagine he didn’t see the faces of the people attempting to sleep around him.

When we finally pulled up to the platform, I got a better look at this guy. Faux gold watch, fancy green leather briefcase, plus a few duffels. Rather portly. An inexplicably monogrammed shirt, where the monogram was below where his pocket ought to have been. Greasy oiled back hair. Basically the kind of people who love the smell of their own farts.

Hopefully, I’ll never hear him again on the train. I should have snapped a picture with my phone, but like I said, too tired.





Reprioritizing

11 09 2007

And my blogging has fallen by the wayside. Shame on me!

No, really.

I turned 25 — and what did I have to show for it? A huge pile of RESPONSIBILITY staring me in the face. I haven’t decided how much it sucks yet — or if it sucks at all. There’s my personal life to consider, and how it interferes (or compliments!) my blossoming professional life. There’s the demands of a new, yet exciting, job — and how it infringes on my personal and romantic life. There’s the romantic life — juggling the trials of sharing my life with a guy I consider as important as myself and the rest of my family.  The celebrations that come along in any life — whether it’s to celebrate another wonderful summer day — in the middle of September, the celebration of knowing you’ve survived another year, celebrating the win of a favored athlete, or even another month to tuck into your belt.

All that stuff above, was just another way to say that I’ve been busy. My life has moved so fast in such a short period of time (as of today, I’ve been 25 for a whole month)… that I just haven’t had the presence of mind to log it in the blog.

It’s not that blogging isn’t important to me — it is. Blogging even makes its way into my job (what company DOESN’T have a blog anymore? Really.). Sharing my thoughts and musings with what little part of the world cares, is also important to me. My relationship with my boyfriend is important. My family is important. My job is important. My private time is also important. I think the main struggle of being in this quarter life is to know what is important when. During the 9 to 5 (9 to 6 in my case), my job is the most important thing. Secondary would be everything else that doesn’t directly relate to my job. Before and after work, that’s the time for myself, my boyfriend, my family, my friends. Time like now, is meant for myself. To take care of me, so that I have the health to deal with all the aforementioned stuff.

I haven’t been doing a very good job of that lately, either. Just last week, I pulled my calf muscle. Ow. Time to put the gym aside and take care of that. While I have that extra time to myself, I should devote myself to my job. Concentrate on being the best I can be … which, also includes taking my work home with me, which I’ve also done earlier tonight. Also find time to invest in my boyfriend, who is also going through a similar re-prioritization in his life.

Taking the time to explain the intricacies of everything’s relationship to one another, especially in the context of MY life — would take forever. Every day, the priorities change. Every day something happens that will shift the way we decide how much things are worth. They fluctuate more often than the stock exchange.

Part of dealing with the QLC is the ability to be flexible and realize the necessity of being flexible.

Life’s just a game of juggling. If you can’t do it, you just keep trying and practicing till you do. Sure, I’ve managed to figure out this tiny piece, but I’m just taking it one day at a time.

Sleep is becoming a priority like… rightnow. 🙂





I missed it!

19 08 2007

I missed blogging about my 25th birthday! Quarter life indeed. If you really want to know how I started off the 2nd quarter century of my life, let me know. There are more than a few things I managed to realize about my not-so-crisis-free life. Perhaps neither crisis nor disaster-level issues — but definitely not problem free.

Like today’s issue… which I really can’t go into too much detail about. Why does it take only one instance of a certain event to kick yourself in the ass and make you realize you really need help? Maybe that’s not the correct question to ask. Maybe I still need to catch up on sleep from the birthday weekend. Yes. I think that’s it.





Allergic rhinitis

18 07 2007

There’s nothing better to be afflicted with in the middle of July. /sarcasm

Especially when July happens to be a month ripe with torrential downpours. /dripping (har) sarcasm

I’d just like to point out that ‘scattered or isolated t-storms’ do not count as ‘torrential downpours’. That was NOT 1 inch of rain. That was more like 3.

Back to my original topic. Lovely lovely allergic rhinitis (aka allergies. in the upper respiratory area) has ruined a Friday, a weekend, and a rest of work week. The weekend/Monday is the 6 month anniversary. It’s been put on hold due to a coughing, sniffly, congested something or other.

It’s not making me terribly happy. And neither are the accompanying side effects to my scrips. Nope, not at all. If it’s not the upper respiratory system, it’s the gastrointestinal area or the lower limbs. Seriously. They say the pros outweigh the cons. If you ask me, I think I just derailed my entire system. On the other hand, I no longer have a vicious evil sinus headache.

Count the tiny blessings, I guess.





481 months…

11 07 2007

till my intended retirement. Or, less morbidly, 1 month till I turn 25. And then the title of this blog will be so much more appropriate. I will have another 13 months to think about what I should change the tagline to once I’m no longer 25.

I was so excited the last 11 months to be THAT much closer to 25… and now that it’s rapidly approaching, I am horrifingly anxious of it coming to pass. It feels like another wave of my personal QLC hell is coming back to haunt me… or something. What have I accomplished in the last 4 yrs 11 months? I transferred schools. I graduated in nearly record time (given the circumstances). I was successful in building my career. I’ve gained plenty of professional experience. I maintain a publicly-viewed blog that has been up for more than a year. I’ve gained some very close and special friends. I have the bestest boyfriend. I have a retirement investment. My retirement investment application wizard asked me how long I intend to use those retirement funds after retirement. It was like it was asking me, ‘when do you think you’ll croak?’

This past weekend made me feel old too. My cousin’s daughter’s 2nd birthday was held in Central Park on Saturday. She turned 2, and I’m turning 25. When I had my 2nd birthday, I fell into my cake. I still harbor some strong feelings about not being able to eat the frosting/cake off of my arm. Apparently, I was too precious of a child to do anything as low as licking cake off your hand. The day after was a massive bbq at my house. Aforementioned cousin’s daughter was also in attendance. As she was toddling around my backyard, I realized how massive the yard must have been to her. I remember how it seemed like an eternity and a week to walk across the lawn in any direction. Yet, there I was — smacking around a birdie with the boyfriend — covering previously massive distances with only a few strides.

We played for nearly 4 hrs. I have been aching, throbbing — for the last three days. I feel old. My back is stiff. My neck is stiff. My joints are sore. I crack even worse when I move. I tire easily. Incidentally, my mom was able to keep up with us — even keeping up a spirited verbal exchange with the boyfriend — for at least an hour. I remember HER as the one playing badminton for hours on end during the summer of my smaller youth.

It’s so true… years go on forever when you’re young. But those things are over seemingly in the blink of an eye the older you get. Before I know it, it will be August 11th… and I’ll be 25.





July 4th

4 07 2007

My neighborhood sounds vaguely reminiscent of a war zone… or an average Philippine neighborhood during Christmas/New Years. Which is surprising, considering how much it’s rained today.
In other news, I really didn’t do much. Enjoyed my random day off in the middle of the week. Slept in. Parents went off to Philly to see old classmates that they hadn’t seen in 35 years. Hung out with the boyfriend (read: sat on the couch and did NOTHING). Went out to satisfy a taco craving — which ended up with me ordering a 10 inch burrito and taking home 3 inches. Passed out on the couch.

And instead of facing another restful night’s sleep… I realize I’ve forgotten to clean. My cousin from Australia is showing up tomorrow. Egads.