*headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*
Feb. 8th, 2007 11:54 amI HATE TRANSPERTH BUSSES. THEY SHOULD ALL BE PUT IN A PILE AND BURNT.
As you can tell I'm not very happy. I went to catch my 883 bus into work this morning at 9am.
So I'm at the bus stop at 8:55 waiting for the 9:00 bus.
9:00 - waiting...
9:05 - waiting...
9:10 - waaaaaaaaaaaiting...
9:12 - I ring my grandparents, convince that the bus has fallen off the edge of the world. They aren't at home and therefore can'thelp me out and take me to work.
9:16 - THE BUS FINALLY ARRIVES. FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE.
9:17-9:20 - As it nears my stop, I press the button that goes "ding!" and tells the driver you want to get off. The bus driver keeps going PAST MY STOP AND ACCELERATES. I wait for him to pull into the next bus stop, from which it only takes an extra two, three minutes to get to my work.
HE DRIVES PAST THE SECOND BUS STOP.
I, understandably, freak out a little and ask if the bus is going to be stopping anytime soon. Sure, out the back of Carousel shopping centre apparently. Fantastic. So I sit back down and the bus turns right off Albany highway and heads out the back of Carousel. The bus stop at the back of the shopping centre? The bus driver doesn't stop at it.
Enter random woman who falls on me as we turn the corner.
Random Woman: EXCUSE ME. I need to get off the bus here at Carousel.
Bus driver: Oh okay. I'll stop right here in the middle of a roundabout.
Ten cars driving behind us: *get pissed off*
I run back out to Albany Highway and start running back up the way I've just come in the stupid bus. I ring work as I go and Jodie reassures me that she'll tell my 9:30 appointment that I'm probably going to be late being as it take 15 minutes to walk from Carousel to Work.
9:35 - I fall in the front door at work and bolt upstairs to find my 9:30. She is sitting happily on a bike waiting for me and ishighly amused by my story and the fact that I'm all sweaty and can't breathe properly because my cardio is shite.
I HATE TRANSPERTH.
I'm going to ring them or write them a letter or SOMETHING and tell them that I'm not happy with my bus being late! This could jeapoardise my working career! *is being overly dramatic and doesn't give a crap*
In other, less angry, news - I got tagged for a meme by![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ana_br!
[1] - List your top 10 celebrity crushes.
[2] - Put all of them in order of your lust for them. (1 to 10, 1 being my number one fixation)
[3] - Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] - Supply photos for said people.
[5] - Tag five people!
( 10 of my most favourite pretty people in the whole world )
And I tag everyone who hasn't already done it! Haha.
As you can tell I'm not very happy. I went to catch my 883 bus into work this morning at 9am.
So I'm at the bus stop at 8:55 waiting for the 9:00 bus.
9:00 - waiting...
9:05 - waiting...
9:10 - waaaaaaaaaaaiting...
9:12 - I ring my grandparents, convince that the bus has fallen off the edge of the world. They aren't at home and therefore can'thelp me out and take me to work.
9:16 - THE BUS FINALLY ARRIVES. FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE.
9:17-9:20 - As it nears my stop, I press the button that goes "ding!" and tells the driver you want to get off. The bus driver keeps going PAST MY STOP AND ACCELERATES. I wait for him to pull into the next bus stop, from which it only takes an extra two, three minutes to get to my work.
HE DRIVES PAST THE SECOND BUS STOP.
I, understandably, freak out a little and ask if the bus is going to be stopping anytime soon. Sure, out the back of Carousel shopping centre apparently. Fantastic. So I sit back down and the bus turns right off Albany highway and heads out the back of Carousel. The bus stop at the back of the shopping centre? The bus driver doesn't stop at it.
Enter random woman who falls on me as we turn the corner.
Random Woman: EXCUSE ME. I need to get off the bus here at Carousel.
Bus driver: Oh okay. I'll stop right here in the middle of a roundabout.
Ten cars driving behind us: *get pissed off*
I run back out to Albany Highway and start running back up the way I've just come in the stupid bus. I ring work as I go and Jodie reassures me that she'll tell my 9:30 appointment that I'm probably going to be late being as it take 15 minutes to walk from Carousel to Work.
9:35 - I fall in the front door at work and bolt upstairs to find my 9:30. She is sitting happily on a bike waiting for me and ishighly amused by my story and the fact that I'm all sweaty and can't breathe properly because my cardio is shite.
I HATE TRANSPERTH.
I'm going to ring them or write them a letter or SOMETHING and tell them that I'm not happy with my bus being late! This could jeapoardise my working career! *is being overly dramatic and doesn't give a crap*
In other, less angry, news - I got tagged for a meme by
ana_br![1] - List your top 10 celebrity crushes.
[2] - Put all of them in order of your lust for them. (1 to 10, 1 being my number one fixation)
[3] - Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] - Supply photos for said people.
[5] - Tag five people!
( 10 of my most favourite pretty people in the whole world )
And I tag everyone who hasn't already done it! Haha.
