A Wishful Thinker……

This week has been extremely strange to say the least. I’m starting to get the hang of my work, and I know what, how and when to do the things I get asked to now, but it doesn’t mean its all good. For a start. I noticed that the people I work with, although they aren’t mean, they aren’t exactly the friendliest bunch of people around. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the fact the majority are engineers, and stereotypically they tend to be bookish quite type. There’s one guy who is a little more outgoing than the rest, but he is more extroverted in the sense that he thinks very highly of himself and comes off as a little bit arrogant at times… kinda like this other guy I know, who is coincidentally an engineer himself. No one likes him much, as he’s always correcting us, and when he talks I want to punch him. The guy at work is not that bad though… or maybe because I don’t talk to him as much. That being said, MB is an engineer. He is also one of the most extroverted people I know, and he doesn’t seem the type to make people feel bad bout themselves. *phew!* =)

I catch the train to work now, and it has made me realised that it brings out the worse in people. Today as I was coming home, I managed to get a seat, which is a rare happening, and so I sat down. Then shortly after, this guy comes along and stands next to me. I look up and I saw that it was a guy in his 50s. He didn’t look disabled, sick, or anything so I went back to staring out the window. Then I hear him clear his throat. I look up again, and his face was staring at me expecting me to get up for him. So I looked at him again, and I saw that he was wearing quite a nice looking suit. By this stage I was getting angry at him. I’ll give up the seat to a pregnant lady or someone with disabilities, but I’m not standing up so a rude prick like him gets to sit down! He realised I wasn’t going to budge so he went to stand something else. He stood there staring at me. I stared back at him. Eventually someone else left, and he scrambled for their seat. Then when I was getting off at my stop, there’s was a guy in the seat in front of me. As I was in the middle, when the train stopped, I stood and looked around and wen to the door behind me as there were less people. The guy that was sitting in front of me saw me turn to go that way, and then promptly pulled me back so he could get in front of me, and then pushed people who were also leaving. Needless to say, we were all pretty angry at him.

I also catch the CAT bus as it goes past my work place, and on my lunch break, it saves me having to walk half of the way. Yesterday, I got on the bus, and there was a really bad odour. I looked around for a seat and saw this homeless guy sitting towards the back. I pretty much figured where the smell was coming from, so I stayed away from that area as there were no windows. But then these British tourists got on the bus, and sat down right behind the homeless guy.  Then one of them said in a really loud voice. “My god what is that smell?!” Then he looked in front of him and realised where it was coming from. Most people would just move away but stay quiet, but not this lot. They sat there cracking jokes about the homeless and the guy’s smell. I could see from where I was sitting that he was getting more and more uncomfortable. This kind of behaviour you’d think would come from some young backpackers, but no, this was not the case. The woman and one of the men was in their late fourties and the one cracking most of the jokes was in either his late thirties or early fourties. They were dressed really nicely as well. And just to make sure people know who it was they were referring to, when another person got on the bus and her face crinkled from the smell, the younger guy stood up pointing down at the guy in front of him and started giggling.

I don’t know about you, but I think that public transport brings out the rudeness in a lot of people.