deird_lj

You know how in softball/baseball/game-with-bases-off-your-choice, people sometimes slide into base and end up lying full-length on the ground because they're trying to get to the base so fast?

This morning I saw someone do this through the about-to-close doors of my train.



In other news, the floor below mine at work has a huge inflatable Dalek. I want to smuggle it up here somehow...

I spent my train ride home entertaining myself by watching a teeny pair of legs.

The legs were, in fact, attached to a little girl who was about one year old, but I couldn't see her. The pram was blocking view of everything except her legs.

...which were the cutest little legs I've seen in a while.

She kicked them in the air and hummed, and then she swirled them round in circles, and then she started seeing if she could catch them on the top of the pram cover, and then she held them up and started using her teeny tiny fingers to fiddle with her shoes.



I almost died of squee-ing!

Usually, train station announcements are the same old standard boring and unintelligible.

This morning, however...

At Richmond station, the loudspeakers were being used so that a very intelligible announcer could rhapsodise about the joys of commuting, and going to work.

Seriously. He was saying things like:
"...and isn't it great getting to go through our glorious train system, knowing that a productive day's work is waiting at the other end? We're thrilled to have you using our public transport this morning, so sit back, relax..."

It was... odd.

Sometimes using public tranport is just... unpleasant.

( train grossness )

I seem to be suffering from Card Confusion.

I keep trying to use my security pass to get through the ticket barriers at Parliament station.

I've also been using my train ticket to pay for things, and my credit card to get in and out of work...

One of the bench seats at Parliament station has been roped off, due to one of its supports having collapsed and the whole thing now being tipped sideways on a very weird angle.

Am I a sick sick person for wishing I'd been there to see all the people slide off the end of it when it fell over?

There are people at the entrance to Parliament station who harass me every afternoon (and everyone else, too - they're not picking on me) to give money to the Red Cross. Which yes, fine, noble cause and all that, and good on them.
But...
They all have Irish accents. All of them.

This leaves me with a few interesting possibilities:

On the train home this afternoon, there was a girl reading Twilight.

Somehow I managed to restrain myself from ripping the book out of her hands and begging her to read something more productive... like Cosmo.

Tonight on the train, there was a guy who had brought his own seat.

Seriously. This guy walked onto the train carrying a chair, of the dining room variety, planted it in the middle of the carriage, and proceeded to nonchalantly read the newspaper the whole way home.

I realise it's been pretty hard to get a seat on the trains lately, but that approach strikes me as being ever-so-slightly over the top...

Sure-fire way to get me yelling at you despite the fact that we're in different cars so you logically can't hear a word I'm saying:

1) get in your car
2) drive down the freeway at 110k
3) light a cigarette, and hold that in one hand
4) call one of your friends, and hold the phone in the other hand
5) start checking your street directory while doing all of the above
and finally...
6) tailgate me

When will these people learn some common sense?


I spent the last two days at a work conference. One of those events where you go to a hotel, play trust games and team-building exercises, and end up with several reams of butcher's paper fill up with random points from brainstorming sessions.
Fun, but time-consuming.

The hotel rooms were pretty standard, for the most part. But the bathrooms were... well, think about those bedrooms with the built-in wardrobes hidden behind full-length sliding mirrors. Got the idea? Now imagine that you slide back the right mirror and there, as you'd expect, is a wardrobe. Then you slide back the left mirror, and lo and behold, there's a bathroom.
Very clever idea, really, but certainly took some getting used to.


I got back last night, and babysat the boys all evening. Was fun.