Tag Archive: Commuting


>a funny thing happened

>yesterday morning. I was at the train station as per usual, the train pulled in and we all crowded around the doors waiting for them to open, and waiting, and waiting. In a kind of half whisper voice I said: ‘Do we have to say the magic word?’ Then the doors opened. I have power! Or at least it felt like it for a moment. All the others (the ones that heard me that is) laughed. Timing is everything.

Once again I cannot access Facebook from my phone. It is not an internet problem as you can see, I got to my e-mail just fine. However, as I am falling asleep, I will end this.

>Hey mister, hey MISTER!

>That is a drop off zone, technically its not even that, but people use it as one. That being said, you are supposed to drop off your passenger and leave, not sit there for a half hour telling your girl how much you love her while other people (me) have to navigate around your car. You love her that much buy her rubies for Valentine’s day!

I’m a hopeless romantic.

>anyway

>MetroNorth is back on their regular schedule today. They definitely know how to operate in the frozen north. The most trouble I had getting to work was the ice on the sidewalk between the subway stop and the office and the ice in the parking lot – slip sliding away -.

That is not to say I had a good start to my day. I overslept so I missed my train, have a wicked headache, guy next to me on the train dropped something (no idea what) on my leg and the last thing, I got to work at 8:10, my boss was already in and when he came out of his office at 8:15 he said ‘Good afternoon’. Way to piss me off! Total shit.

On the plus side, I do know some nice guys, one reminded me about pitcher & catchers & spring training, the other one agreed that ‘men are pretty much dogs’. Yeah but some are lovable dogs.

>It’s the little things

>that drive me freaking nuts. Work was a trial today, not horrible just annoying, meetings, e-mails, being griped at, then having to schedule when I was leaving for the person picking me up, who then lost track time leaving me waiting in the cold. When I got home went to jump on the computer and ta-da! Freaking wifi is not working. Something I have no control over, hitting my laptop doesn’t help, nor does bouncing it on the bed.

Then I wonder if anyone realizes how much I hate my life here. How much I need to get out of here before I die. Probably not, and probably don’t care.

>Back to work

>all the snow we were supposed to get did not come, just cold temperatures. Now they (the weather fibbers) are saying Tuesday into Wednesday a snow storm. We shall see, it is my pass day so if there is snow it will not be a big problem for me.

Today was good to start, had a late start but made my train anyway, got to work, signed in went to bathroom everything was great. Got back from bathroom and my boss was in his office! He never gets in that early!

Now I am struggling through this mountain of work while trying to get rid of this headache.

>I have my reasons

>for changing the title of my blog. Yes I do, really. A while back, some of you may remember, I ran a poll, to see what name my reader’s would prefer. The results were it should stay the same. But I still wanted to change it. Bella Foxx’s Life seemed blah and unimagitive.

A commenter on my post about commuting suggested the current title. The content will stay the same, only the title has changed. It will still be about my life since I am the commuter in question. So for those of you who may have thought (dreaded) the posts were going to be filled with schedules and train facts and MetroNorth trivia can rest easy. It is not a commuting journal, it is a commuter’s journal, which is me, so it is still my life.

>It is the perfect day

>for umbrella hunting, I thought, as I stood on the train platform in my hooded sweat jacket and polka dot rain boots. The weather had been cold and we got snow, then it cleared up and we had had bright, sunny days, but still cold. Now it had warmed up and was raining.

Many people had umbrellas and I watched them. Long umbrellas like canes, short ones folded up ones to fit in a brief case or pocket book. Mostly black, but one with tan and black in a checkerboard pattern, one clear plastic with pink trim and one pink nylon one. One that looked like it was broken, but was still in use.
The wind blew across the platform giving me a momentary chill and a smile. Yes a perfect day for umbrella hunting. Would I be successful? Only time will tell.

>Ever have a ‘flash’ of memory?

>This morning I couldn’t find my gloves, looked on my bed, in my little bag for work; checked the pockets of my jacket and still, not there. So I figured I must have left them on the train yesterday, put another pair on and left for work. On the way to the train station I was thinking about lost gloves and such when I got a mental image of me putting my gloves in my purse. That is not where I normally put them. When I got to the train station I stuck my hand in my pocketbook and there they were.


Irrigation of the land with seawater desalinated by fusion power is ancient. It’s called ‘rain’. – Michael McClary

>I really should know this.

>After all the time I have been riding the train, I should know that if you get to the train station a minute after the time it was supposed to be there, and there are people on the platform, THE TRAIN HASN’T COME YET. So what did I do when the aforesaid happened? Did I get out of my car and go to the platform? NO, I sat in the car trying to convince Stitch to wait with me for a while when I saw the train pull in. Then I got out of the car and ran, something else I should know not to do, and missed the train.

That was yesterday, this morning the train was pulling out as I drove into the parking lot.

Irrigation of the land with seawater desalinated by fusion power is ancient. It’s called ‘rain’. – Michael McClary

>I was so annoyed

>This morning started good, well sort of good. Had to wear my jacket because all my clean tops are too thin and small. Caught my train, was sitting nice and comfy, and what happened? I’m sure you can guess, equipment change in Croton. So I got to stand from Croton to Grand Central Terminal. Joy. I hope tomorrow the same thing doesn’t happen, from things I heard, it might.

Oh and my teapot came. I didn’t open it, I am taking it to work.

Irrigation of the land with seawater desalinated by fusion power is ancient. It’s called ‘rain’. – Michael McClary