So I had another employment agency interview today. This time with MacArthur Associates. They're located in Center City at 16th & Market. Basically across from City Hall.
First off, I wasn't going to drive down. It would be a complete waste of gas. The only place to park is right on Market Street in front of a building; good luck with that, or in a parking garage which is going to cost an exorbitent amount of money. If I were going to work in Philadelphia, it would cost like $22 a day. That's like $5,200 a year just for parking.
So what's my alternative? SEPTA. FUCK!!!
I'd have to drive to Bridgeport or Norristown which would take at least a half-hour
without traffic. Then get on the train which would also cost an obscene amount of money. With SEPTA gouging prices and now they're doing away with transfers, it would cost $3.10 to get on the Rt. 100 to 69th St. and transfer to the El (Market/Frankford Line) each way. During peak hours that would take at least another hour and a half.
That's just the bitching part of this rant.
OK so on the way down on the Rt. 100, this loud ass heffer on her cell phone was cussin' her ass off on her cell phone. Ignorant cooz, don't you know you're disturbing everyone on the train? Don't nobody wanna hear that shit. Shut the fuck up!
The rest of the passengers and I were just shooting each other looks like, "This heffer..." On the plus side, I got to share some eye contact with some good-lookin' honeys. There was this one that was a nurse wearing green scubs. Mmm. There's just something about nurses. There was also this one in a pink top that was just bangin'.
There was also this little 17-year old eyeballin' me like a piece of steak. Baby, I'm flattered. Your little ass is cute, but you don't got nothin' I want. I mean damn, in my interview gear I look good. Damn good. So fresh, so clean. Meaner than a broke-dick dog in fact. Got to beat 'em off with a stick.
OK, so now I'm down at 69th St. Damn. I forgot about the fucking El construction, so Market Street is closed from 69th St. to 40th St. There are damn shuttle buses that herd us in like so much cattle and move ever so slowly through West Philly traffic. Then you leave the buses and move underground to take the rest of the El at high speed.
You ever wonder why the Elevated Train goes underground?Anyway, after a 2 hour commute, I had a rinky dink 25 minute meeting then had to go right back. Well I wasn't ready to endure mass transit for another 2 hours just yet. So I walked around Center City for a little bit. Right around City Hall and Love Park is a great place to just people watch. On days I would go downtown, on my lunch breaks, I would sit in the courtyard of the Centre Square bulding and just people watch for hours. Yes, hours. On a good day, you see so many honeys go by.
Repeat commute in reverse. Only this time, When the El shuttle dropped my off, I decided to take myself a little smoke break. I'm just standing there minding my own business. And this orca of a dude just walks up and start a conversation.
OK. It must be me. I must have the face that draws in the crazies. To look at this dude you might think he was perfectly normal. Just some average blue-collar worker. When he approached me, I thought he wanted a cigarette or something. I don't exactly know what he was saying to me. Something about how some lowlife brotha was beating on his sister and if he called the sheriffs, they'd take his house away. And you know, the women don't like it when they don't have no place to live.
Now because I'm not a complete and total dick, on the outside, I was just smiling and nodding, "Yeah, you're right. No, they don't like that." I was very nice to him. :|
On the inside, I was screaming, "Will you get the fuck away from me?!?!? Take your retarded ass on down the road! Seriously, move the fuck on!" Maybe because I was in a suit, he thought I was his caseworker or something.
Eventually he moved on, still kind of muttering to himself. I took a couple more minutes and finished my cigarette. I moved through the concourse and got on the Rt. 100 to head back towards Bridgeport. Guess who's on the damn train? My new buddy, sitting right at the front of the car with an open seat right behind him. Dammit! Needless to say, I quickly grabbed a seat near the back of the car and prayed he never turned around for fear he might start another conversation.
So, 4 hours on mass transit and a blown afternoon later, people still wonder why I don't want to work in Philadelphia. Oh, and did I mention the city wage tax?
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