adventures in alarm technology

It amazes me how one of my co-workers can turn every sentence into an implied insult. The most innocuous things become thinly veiled barbs against the other people we work with, and it would be kind of impressive if she didn't bug me so much. As negative about my job as I am on livejournal, I keep it friendly and cheerful at work. But this girl...daaaaamn. It's amazing she can talk with so much venom in her.

Eh, whatever. I'm in a vaguely good mood today, mostly because my feet are warm and I just finished my coffee. Coffee + warm feet = good times.

So I took the streetcar and the train over to Mom's building yesterday -- normally, she picks me up because we commute together (she works on the other side of the Willamette, so it's crazy-convenient), but she had a thing and thought she'd be done by the time I made it over there, so I hoofed it down to the streetcar stop and spent an enjoyable 45 minutes doing the public transportation thing.

I mean it, too. I love Portland's public transit system. It's ridiculously easy to get around, fareless square is HUGE, and you can't beat the people-watching. While I waited for my train I listened to a man play the violin on the streetcorner, and it was beautiful. I wish I'd had some cash on me -- I always try to give to street musicians.

Unfortunately, Mom wasn't done with her meeting by the time I got to the parking garage, but I'd borrowed the extra set of car keys just in case. It was just as cold inside the car as it was outside, so I thought I'd turn the car on and run the heater a bit, just to warm up. I turn the key, and...( the fucking car alarm goes off. )

adventures in alarm technology

It amazes me how one of my co-workers can turn every sentence into an implied insult. The most innocuous things become thinly veiled barbs against the other people we work with, and it would be kind of impressive if she didn't bug me so much. As negative about my job as I am on livejournal, I keep it friendly and cheerful at work. But this girl...daaaaamn. It's amazing she can talk with so much venom in her.

Eh, whatever. I'm in a vaguely good mood today, mostly because my feet are warm and I just finished my coffee. Coffee + warm feet = good times.

So I took the streetcar and the train over to Mom's building yesterday -- normally, she picks me up because we commute together (she works on the other side of the Willamette, so it's crazy-convenient), but she had a thing and thought she'd be done by the time I made it over there, so I hoofed it down to the streetcar stop and spent an enjoyable 45 minutes doing the public transportation thing.

I mean it, too. I love Portland's public transit system. It's ridiculously easy to get around, fareless square is HUGE, and you can't beat the people-watching. While I waited for my train I listened to a man play the violin on the streetcorner, and it was beautiful. I wish I'd had some cash on me -- I always try to give to street musicians.

Unfortunately, Mom wasn't done with her meeting by the time I got to the parking garage, but I'd borrowed the extra set of car keys just in case. It was just as cold inside the car as it was outside, so I thought I'd turn the car on and run the heater a bit, just to warm up. I turn the key, and...( the fucking car alarm goes off. )