Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

Today was a decent day as far as work was concerned. No potty mouthed idiots. Only one particularly foul smelling passenger. And I didn't have to ask a single person to turn off or turn down their music. I did, however, have a passenger spill an entire thermos of coffee, which he cleaned up with no fuss quicker than I dreamed possible. If that was the worst speed bump of the day then I say it was a pretty good day. I was supposed to work a morning tripper, a two and a half hour bit that starts around twenty til seven in the morning. I went to bed last night anticipating 8 hours of sleep. Of course it never works out the way I hope and sure enough, at around three-thirty this morning my phone rang and my dispatcher asked me to be in at ten after five... leaving me short nearly two hours of intended sleep. But I awoke and prepared myself for the day and then headed off to work. The shift I was replacing the morning tripper with was a straight eight run that makes four trips to

I see your face in my mind as I drive away, Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way. People are people, and sometimes we change our minds. But its killing me to see you go after all this time. Mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie, Its the kinda ending you don't really wanna see. Cause its tragedy and it'll only bring you down, Now I don't know what to be without you around. And we know its never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, no one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand, And I cant, Breathe, Without you, But I have to, Breathe, Without you, But I have to. Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt. Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve. But people are people, And sometimes it doesn't work out, Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out. And we know its never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, no one here to sav

I'm convinced that these guys put out these kinds of songs and videos as a social experiment to show just how stupid people really are. They are catchy, quirky, and funny. But are they "serious" or are they just proving a point? BTW, this one is a little age-restrictive so if you're under the age of oh, say... 18, maybe you should go find something else to do for a few minutes. :) You've been warned.

I am anxiously anticipating the end of this week. The day that I know I will no longer have to wake up and drive the bus is going to be one of the best days I've had in months. That day is coming quickly. I will work tomorrow, then I'm off Wednesday, then two more days and I'm done. On Wednesday I'll head down to the physical exam place to get my new DOT physical and submit to a drug test. This will be a slightly new experience for me because not only will I have to tinkle in a cup, they will also be taking a few of my lovely locks for testing as well. I've never had follicle testing. I panicked last week and called the company medical team to tell them I was freaking out about the follicle test. I explained that I hadn't ever had one before and that I went and "Googled" it to get some information about how its done and how much hair they will be taking and such. It was upon reading the information online about it that I began to panic. There w

I'm not job hopping. Trust me, no one hates turning in a two weeks' notice more than I do. I may hate the job beyond a normal kind of hating, but I will still feel terrible when I have to face those who took a chance on me and hired me in the first place, only for me to say "thanks, but no thanks" in the end. I always get sick to my tummy and shaky when I have to turn in the two weeks' notice statement. And this time was no different. The fine folks at the Authority gave me the opportunity of a lifetime, in a way. A driving job with amazing benefits, excellent pay and the potential for a life-long career would be any professional drivers' dream, right? I thought at the very beginning it would turn out to be my dream job. But alas, it's more than just driving, getting paid and having benefits beyond my wildest imagination. No. It was way more than that. I knew going in I would be dealing with Joe Public on a more intimate level that ever before. But

I'm sitting here on this chilly Sunday morning, nursing a tummy ache with some ice cold ginger ale watching a program that has become a near Sunday morning staple in my life in recent years. Currently on the program is a piece about a famous fashion designer who has his pieces on display at a Texas museum of art. I'd describe most of his fashion designs to be that of this blogs title. French Couture. He's a fabulous man. With bold and fabulous design ideas. Many a celebrity "wear him". I'd not be opposed to having a one of a kind couture piece of his as well. And I don't really consider myself a fashionista in any sense of the word. I just appreciate his kind of "art" for what it is. And as I said... it's fabulous. Today I may head out to a local discount store or two in search of some work clothes. I need some jeans and things that I don't mind getting ruined for an upcoming adventure I'm going to be having. At the current

So I worked a total of twelve hours and twenty minutes yesterday. I started my first shift at 4:10 am and finished my last (3rd) shift at 18:30. The whole day was pretty much smooth sailing, aside from exhaustion from having only gotten about 4 hours of sleep the night before. Until in the last half hour some yahoo decided to try to sh*t on my day. Dude gets on the bus, he's rude from the get-go. He takes his time paying his and his friends' fare, then takes a seat. I close the door and pull back into traffic. I had to immediately roll down the drivers side window of the bus because the SMELL emanating from the two men was unbearable. I didn't even make it one block before he starts talking to his friend a little too loudly about things that most people would try to whisper about. Then the profanity started. M'fer this and G'damn that. The man had serious diarrhea of the mouth. I had a few other passengers on the bus, two of which were elderly ladies. So I c

So I have been quite ill (again) for the past 3-4 days. I thought at first when it started it was just allergies, what with all the crazy weather we've been having here in West Virginia. 60 one day, 30 the next, and back and forth like a volleyball game. Then it started to take a turn for the worse. Light sniffles turned into full body aches, headache, sore throat, fever, massive sinus congestion... and the all the rest. I realized mid-day on Friday that more than likely I had the actual flu. I worked all day, reluctantly. I muscled through two shifts completing a total of 8 hours of work. I had a split between the two shifts, which was consumed with sleeping to refuel my energy bank. I was MISERABLE but I thought if I just powered through it I'd be okay the next day. I wanted to call in sick for the afternoon shift so badly but I didn't do it. I figured I'd get through it and hope I felt better for the next day. Well Saturday wasn't any better. If anythin

So I step on a few toes from time to time with my straight forward way of thinking. I don't see the point in games and tip toeing around things. I say what I think and what I feel with very little discretion. I am also the polar opposite of all things "politically correct". Not because I'm a rebel. Merely because I think it's absolute bullshit to candy coat things. Saying you're a winner by giving you a trophy because you did the best you could on a losing team is candy coating the fact that you're still a loser. Giving you a golden star for your effort on a test which you failed doesn't change the fact that you failed. Might soften the blow, but face it... if you failed, you failed. If you're doing something in your life that is stupid, asinine, ignorant, self deprecating, or causing you self injry (mentally or physically) I'm going to tell you so. I'm not gonna tell you it's someone else's fault or that the Universe or God or

First day of work in the year 2012. Yep... still sucks. People smell, they're rude, stupid and lazy. But I'm a bus driver. And it's my job to drive them around safely. So I shall. But I don't have to like it. .....Happy New Year folks.

So yesterday I was lying in pain at the ER, praying that one of the many drugs they pushed through my IV would help. I was given enough to knock any normal human being out for hours, maybe even days. But my body, for whatever reason, just doesn't react the same way to drugs as others' do. For instance, I was first given Toradol and Zofran via IV injection. It made me a little woozy and a little loopy but didn't knock me out. And it only dulled the pain from the migraine from an 8 to a 6. After giving it time to do its job and finding that it wasn't, the doctor then ordered morphine. In the dosage I received should have put me into at least a slumberous state. But all it did was make me feel a little light headed, after the crushing sensation it gave me as it was pumped through my body. Man I hate that crushing thing too. I remember it from one of my ER visits during the whole gallbladder nightmare. It seems to take about 2 minutes after the nurse pushes it into

I was just made aware of an appalling new baby apparel. Baby bikinis. Not just cute little lady bug covered tastefully covering baby bathing suits. No, straight up slutty string bikinis for babies. It's disgusting. And there isn't even room for a diaper... um... inappropriate! You can see the disgrace for yourself here . Why must people continue to sexualize children yet still get surprised when they get molested?

So the weekend of saying goodbye to 2011 and hello to 2012 was a rough one for me. I worked an early shift on New Years Eve was home before 9am with the info that I was done for the day... and thus for the year. I was so ecstatic that I took a nap. Only to have that nap interrupted by dispatch calling to ask me to come in and work another shift that afternoon. "It's an emergency we really need someone..." blah blah blah. In the stupidity that comes from being mid-snooze I said okay. Big mistake. I'd been feeling ill for a few days. Horrid headache, mild fever, intestinal distress. I shouldn't have said yes. I had every right not to say yes... but I said it before I realized what I'd done. I tried to finish my nap only to be aggravated by the fact that it was kind too late to call back and say "no thanks". So instead I got up, hopped in the shower and tried to rejuvenate myself enough to get motivated for the 4 hour and 15 minute shift I'd

1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before? Had surgery which also landed me with stitches... both of which I'd never had before. 2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I did manage to sort of keep at least one of my resolutions... I wanted to try new things and I did manage to do that. 3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No, no one I can think of anyway. 4. Did anyone close to you die? Thankfully, no. There were a few close calls this year... but I'm thankful that they all survived. 5. What countries did you visit? Just stayed in the USA this year. 6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011? Good health and a better, less stressful job. 7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? May 21st, since that was the day I married the love of my life. 8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? See #7... :o) 9. What was your biggest failure? Honestly I dunno if I had any rea