Security!

I was pleasantly surprised last week to discover that my landlord does care about the residents of his building. Or it could just be that he wants to mitigate any liability due to the previous total lack of security, by installing a security camera in the lobby. Though people still don't need a key to enter the building thru the side, it's something. At least now there will be a video record of the brutal muggings to come as the economy continues it's nose-dive.

Now if he were really interested in my safety, he'd install a light and an alarm on the roof door. I haven't been up there recently. Maybe he's done something up there too. But I can plainly see it's not a light. A cheap and effective light would make me feel a lot safer coming home at 2am than all the security cameras in the world.

My new pick is going fairly well despite the fact that I'm stuck doing three trips on the B60. I'm just glad to be out of Williamsburg. Greenpoint hipsters are a bit more grown up and don't think it's cool to all dress the same and ride skateboards in the middle of the street.

I must have ADD. I can't seem to keep concentrated on this blog for more than a couple of paragraphs. That's it. I'm done.

That Damn B61

I can't quite figure out why, but I really don't like doing the B61. I usually like long runs because they keep me from getting bored. But despite it taking an hour or so to go end to end, it bores me silly. Maybe I crave the "excitement" of having to deal with the jackass drivers in Middle Village. Maybe. But it would be nice to not have an accident for the rest of this year.

Then again, it may be the people I don't care for. Self-important hipsters with their jazz hats and skinny jeans; arrogant, demanding eastern Europeans; or that random annoying French dude I picked up day before yesterday.

You don't know how much I miss the South Americans and Chinese on the Q58. I'd never been thanked so much for doing my job in my life, on that line. And it's not that I need constant praise for doing a simple job, it's that they acknowledged my humanity. I wasn't merely some automaton that's powered down and left on the bus over-night. I was a living breathing being that warranted at least some level of eye contact.

Or then again, maybe Robin's right.... I need to be worshiped. But then who doesn't? :)