Finally the weasel is gone. The apartment is all mine and I can walk around naked and not have to worry about him coming home with his newest piece of ass. WOOHOO! *strips*


ahh much better... So yeah I decided to move to livejournal since a bunch of my friends are on there. I still have my old blog here so I'll probably just post updates on both... because I'm so loved and stuff. *snicker*


Anyway... my regulars on my morning short bus route are sad because tomorrow is the last day I'll be driving their asses around. (I drive for tri-met lift... not the little yellow bus) I'll miss a couple of my regulars because they are sweet as hell and never give me any trouble. One of them kissed me on the forehead the other day and said "I luv you bus!" It was sorta cute... Especially since he can't say "bus driver"... or my name.

There is one guy in particular that I won't miss. His strange obsession with oysters is annoying as hell. If I hear "So what did you have for dinner bus driver? Oysters?" or "Did you have oyster coffee bus driver?", I swear I'm going to strangle him. Every day he asks a question about oysters, when he's managing not to sing at the top of his lungs (he's got some mighty ones), cussing out his care givers, or harassing the other tards on my bus. Some people ask me how I can do this sort of job and not go insane... the only answer I can give them is that I have a good sense of humor. I mean you have to when some of your passengers talk to themselves in grunting, Exorcist type voices, and grin evilly.

It sounds weird, but I really love my job. It pays good, I get bennies starting april 1st woot!, and I'm not stuck in a cubicle that has no window. I have constant comic relief just from my passengers. Of course there are the occasional grumpy assholes from hell, like the one on my bus this morning who had an obvious chip on her shoulder. She rode in a scooter and was quite large (and that's putting it nicely). I couldn't do anything right for this woman. Not to mention she flipped out on one of my tards who's just very happy to see people. Its her habit to wave to them and grin... totally harmless. I mean all she did was tap the bitch on the shoulder to wave hello. "Get your hands off me!" was the bitch's response. At that point I stopped trying to find things nice about the woman. Thoughts of lowering the lift while the bus was still moving and pushing her off did drift thru my brain. I must admit it.

Its almost 2 pm and its now time to get off my ass and finish cleaning and arranging my living room... Hooray Weasel is GONE!!!!