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Get on the bus!!! But be careful.

June 21st 2007 22:17
Why is it that every city bus driver manage to take on the characteristics of the routes that drive. Who is in charge of the hiring processes at the Detroit Department of Transportation? Do they just look at the applicants and say “You’re going to drive the Oakland route, you seem like you can deal with old bums and even older prostitutes.” I mean seriously! Why is it that the Grand River Crosstown coach driver is so withdrawn and sad? Is it because she literally has to watch the city digress as the bus zooms from the east to the west? And what about the Hamilton-Northland driver, why is he so upbeat everyday? Maybe it’s the happy spirit of the potential shoppers and students that ride that route everyday.


So today I get on the Woodward bus and as I say hello to the driver, he peers out of the side of his eye and barely opens his mouth to say something back. Treat other people, right? Well, I guess not. A few days earlier, I think it was like Tuesday when I was on a bus that completely cut off a biker that for some reason was pedaling as fast as he could right next to the bus. Of course he ran directly into the side of the coach as it made one of its most frequent stops. The driver had no remorse, the biker on the other hand wanted to exchange words, they yelled for a few minutes and the bus won.

I don’t know if anyone has heard about this, but about a month ago the bus drivers association decided to strike because they felt unsafe. They wanted to make the city put mandatory officers on the buses, for protection. But it is my understanding that bus drivers can hold their own. I wish I could get a personal bodyguard whenever I get a job working for the city. But as of yet I haven’t seen any officers on buses. Thanks City of Detroit, I really feel safe.

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So I got this new job...

June 20th 2007 21:37
And it is the worst....Last week I went to get my laptop repaired at this little storefront in the hood, I'm talking a twenty minute bus ride, so this place is in the deep hood. I should've thought twice, right, well I didn't and now I am dealing with the consequences. Well the little guy in the store decided to tell me that he was looking for someone to keep an eye on his other storefront on the westside of Detroit. He sounded as if he was a nice enough guy and when I told him about the my search, ofcourse he offered me the position. I accepted, and immediately should have thought twice. There I was. Jobless, now employed, in a job that, I just found out...pays less than $2.50 an hour! What in the? Enslaved by my own people, the irony. But, blog readers, I decided to show up on Monday morning, becuase I gave my word and I am a really nice person, not to mention the fact that SPRINT threatened to cut my phone off at the end of this week.
So DAY ONE right...
I get to the store and I think that there is going to be someone there to train me because I know absolutely nothing (I mean NADA!) about video games or video game systems. But there is no one, but the ants, but that is another subject. I stayed for the entirety of the day...10am to 7pm ...klutzing my way through answering questions...looking up crap to find pricing information. But the weirdest thing that happened the entire Monday was that when I told the guy I wanted to go to lunch...he was upset, he asked how long I was going to be gone and tried to ask for me to return to the store before an hour was up....in a 9 hour day, returning to work after lunch in 45-minutes or less is unheard of, especially when you MAKING LESS THAN $2.50 PER HOUR (obviously this angered me).
DAY TWO
So I get to work a little let, around 10:30am...and I had a hard time opening the front door, so I was even more late. On this particular day I went directly to work, I organized, cleaned, inventoried and re-organized. I even made a list of prices from other stores. I also put ads on craigslist.org and stuff so that more people would know about the store...and it actually brought in a customer who spent like $50 on Nintendo games. I was happy with my progress thus far. Until I called and told the owner guy what I had done, he ran off an entire list of things, like dig the dresser out of the basement, clean it, stock it and place it somewhere behind the stores two inch bullet proof glass window. Hard labor, keep in mind that I have a degree from the University of Michigan and all that I've done is life a cabinet out of a basement. And the thing is he keeps an eye on me all the way from his eastside store with these two mini cameras that are strategically placed in the store...keep in mind that nothing else is strategically placed, there is about a quarter inch of dust on every darn surface save, the damn cameras.

I am quiting on Thursday...
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And then there are the men...

June 11th 2007 20:12
So I have been wondering around Downtown Detroit for the last four weeks, looking for employment, researching other cities to invade, enjoying my days of actually having nothing to do. And then I realized something. Why not have more fun? Why not let my boundaries down and go all out? I mean, I'm a pretty girl and everyday some older nicer gentleman asks me to lunch or dinner. Why not take them up on their offer? And that is what I actually did. The first guy was much older, about 55, but he was official and sweet. He didn't let on as if he was trying to get anywhere but the bedroom with his conversation. So I immediately decided that this would be our last meeting. We had chicken, spicy. He flirted and I laughed like crazy! Thougts ran through my mind as if they were on a treadmills, "What is he thinking?"; "He is clearly married", "He's cute, almost gorgeous, but he flirts too hard." He brought me a couple of drinks and after a slow tight hug, we parted...amazingly tipsy I made my way to my home.

The next day I set out on my usual errands, unemployment office, library, McDonald's, home to walk the dog by five. And then there was Shaun. Tall, dark with dreadlocks, a deadly compilation of a man. He was funny, but on foot. Promising me that we would meet up that evening to see Spider-Man 3. And when my phone rang later on, a large smile spread across my face. He hugged me tight during the movie, and when I told him of my financial situation easily turned over a twenty dollar bill. Shaun was a gentleman, walking curbside, opening doors, asking before he kissed me goodnight. I liked him. But he was still living with his ex, what's a girl to do?

There's more, its all true (promise) just stay tuned...TTYL Bloggers!
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