today was jarrod's first day at a new place of employment. we live downtown toronto. it was located in richmond hill. on saturday, we tested out the commuting water. it took a long time. so jarrod decided he'd just take the go train, even though it is slightly more expensive. well, the joke was on him. the go train does not run from toronto to richmond hill, excepting evening rush hour. there is not even any go bus until ten in the am. so he was back to the ttc. but, he had to leave so early in the morning that even the subway was not yet running. so he had to bus it from yonge/dundas to finch. and then to richmond hill. and then a local bus. ouch. and by he, i might as well have been saying we, since, for this one morning, i went with him. (i have a sense of direction, he doesn't.) besides, i wanted to get a head start on the day. ahem. well, i am working on switching my schedule so that instead of staying up till four or five, that is the time i wake up. we'll see if it works.
i believe that keeping a relatively similar schedule is the only way to prevent one of us from killing the other. we're both fairly light sleepers and there is simply no way for one of us to get up without annoying the other. sometimes, i get passive agressive about it. like, i'll ask him if he wants to use speakers to watch tv. or he'll come out and be, "do you want help unloading the dishwasher?" when i've woken him up with the clanging. for the most part, we're adjusting remarkably well. but, i am a terribly spoiled girl who's never had to share a room before (excepting of course first year where my room mate and i just simultaneously snoozed our alarms through class, feeling better because we were both still in bed). so, i'm adjusting, just to some things better than others. for instance, i really like having an ally on the cleaning front. we might still be losing the war, but we've won some good battles.
i rode the subway home (it was running by then) alone. getting on at finch, it wasn't hard to get a seat. however, i was completely blown away by just how incredibly packed it gets. for a commuter city, i have to say that the experience of finding a way to richmond hill, and then seeing this overcrowding, shocked me. why on earth aren't we focusing on making public transit easy, affordable, and timely? i read an article the other day comparing toronto's subway with chicago's (two cities of comparable size). toronto's is a cross. chicago's is a multi-pointed stick star.
except for the viva buses, i am widely disappointed. fortunately, i brought my book and i could pretend no one else existed. even the woman who kept touching my arm. gross.
i believe that keeping a relatively similar schedule is the only way to prevent one of us from killing the other. we're both fairly light sleepers and there is simply no way for one of us to get up without annoying the other. sometimes, i get passive agressive about it. like, i'll ask him if he wants to use speakers to watch tv. or he'll come out and be, "do you want help unloading the dishwasher?" when i've woken him up with the clanging. for the most part, we're adjusting remarkably well. but, i am a terribly spoiled girl who's never had to share a room before (excepting of course first year where my room mate and i just simultaneously snoozed our alarms through class, feeling better because we were both still in bed). so, i'm adjusting, just to some things better than others. for instance, i really like having an ally on the cleaning front. we might still be losing the war, but we've won some good battles.
i rode the subway home (it was running by then) alone. getting on at finch, it wasn't hard to get a seat. however, i was completely blown away by just how incredibly packed it gets. for a commuter city, i have to say that the experience of finding a way to richmond hill, and then seeing this overcrowding, shocked me. why on earth aren't we focusing on making public transit easy, affordable, and timely? i read an article the other day comparing toronto's subway with chicago's (two cities of comparable size). toronto's is a cross. chicago's is a multi-pointed stick star.
except for the viva buses, i am widely disappointed. fortunately, i brought my book and i could pretend no one else existed. even the woman who kept touching my arm. gross.
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i HATE HATE HATE when people's arm (or leg, ew, even worse, or someother body part) touch.
yuk yuk yuk.
And to think, this morning i forgot to wash my hands once i got to work after being on the subway - eeeek!
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