Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Here I go again!
Ok, I did it again,after the last time you would think I'd learn my lesson. No! Another $50.00 placing ads all over the net. What did I think would be different? I thought I asked this question before paying for yet another program. Yes I had. But it is the nature of the internet to lie, or re phrase the answer. So...
Now my question is or my dilema, do I ask for my money back? Or keep trying thinking/hoping this time will be different.
To say I'm a bit disappointed is an understatment, I thought I prepared myself for this round. Knew what to look out for-no more programs, systems-ads; it was suppose to be a typing at home position.
So now I've been screwed again-trying to track, sites passwords logins...the madness continues...did I miss it that much.
It just goes to show you, there's one born every minute.
Perhaps my rage will be the fuel to make this go a success.
Now my question is or my dilema, do I ask for my money back? Or keep trying thinking/hoping this time will be different.
To say I'm a bit disappointed is an understatment, I thought I prepared myself for this round. Knew what to look out for-no more programs, systems-ads; it was suppose to be a typing at home position.
So now I've been screwed again-trying to track, sites passwords logins...the madness continues...did I miss it that much.
It just goes to show you, there's one born every minute.
Perhaps my rage will be the fuel to make this go a success.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
There Are No Bathrooms in Metro
We are riders, commuters-crazy. This is how we get from point A to B, daily; no matter what nor when.
Bundled up, laddened down with every imaginable bag, container, tote; going and coming at all hours, spanning great distances.
Dawn across a still sleeping city, the buzz of my phone echoes in the darkened house. Pulled up and out of a deep serious sleep; I become something I don't quite recognize, someone I don't want to transform into-a bus person. But, in the predawn morning that's exactly what I'm doing. Extra hours required to allow for dressing for the weather, packing, counting change, shear travel time. How many stops, arrivals?
You learn a few things. I've learned more than a few things. like how to cross a busy major street, which #70 before 6:30 AM will have seating; what time do i have to get to the station, red line, blue line, does it really matter? Does a 16 oz cup of coffee and a 45 minute bus ride make any sense? These tid bids and more wait to reveal themselves; through a barely yawning city in piles of humanity in various stages staggering by. Waiting, watching-hopeful for the blinking announcement for our final destination.
Bundled up, laddened down with every imaginable bag, container, tote; going and coming at all hours, spanning great distances.
Dawn across a still sleeping city, the buzz of my phone echoes in the darkened house. Pulled up and out of a deep serious sleep; I become something I don't quite recognize, someone I don't want to transform into-a bus person. But, in the predawn morning that's exactly what I'm doing. Extra hours required to allow for dressing for the weather, packing, counting change, shear travel time. How many stops, arrivals?
You learn a few things. I've learned more than a few things. like how to cross a busy major street, which #70 before 6:30 AM will have seating; what time do i have to get to the station, red line, blue line, does it really matter? Does a 16 oz cup of coffee and a 45 minute bus ride make any sense? These tid bids and more wait to reveal themselves; through a barely yawning city in piles of humanity in various stages staggering by. Waiting, watching-hopeful for the blinking announcement for our final destination.
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