Commuting adventures between Tacoma and Seattle.

Month: April, 2013

In Other News

  • A new cycle douche joins us this morning on the 1502.  He’s got the right jacket, but the pants aren’t quite right.  He’s got the right helment, but over a doo-rag?  Shoes aren’t right, and are those Home Depot safety glasses?
  • There’s no room at the inn, so new douche has chosen to tie up his bike right in front of the starboard-side doors.  Should be fun to watch if this is one of those days when folks enter from the “wrong side” of the train.
  • Outback Mary, dressed for spring, steps on in Auburn and starts closely examining all of the bikes like it’s a garage sale or something.  Kind of weird.
  • Also, the slow-motion lesbian is back.  I think she’s selling candles or something because she awkwardly gave one of the Ewoks a catalog that she wanted her to buy something out of.



NEWS FLASH: The Lazy B is in it for the Money.

Ohhhhhhhh.  It’s a profit deal.

Yesterday The Scarecrow was talking about an all hands meeting at Boeing that he was required to attend that day.  Said it was about headcount.  As we all know, that kind of thing never turns out well.

This morning he reports that they’re laying off a few thousand people because of the 787 problems.  The Scarecrow shares the shocking realization the Boeing isn’t there to provide jobs, but to make money for shareholders.  Apparently this was the message he received at the big meeting, and was news to him.

It sucks getting laid off, particularly when the company has been mismanaged, though the shock and horror in The Scarecrow’s voice was more about entitlement and amazement that Boeing isn’t there to provide him a paycheck regardless of company performance. 

IMHO, Boeing has always been a layoff machine: feast or famine.  That anyone there still has the idea that they could work at Boeing uninterrupted for any length of time is pretty surprising.  It’s also surprising to hear the discussion turn to wonder about why Boeing has been steadily backing away from the unions in the PNW.

Whatever you believe, never believe your employer cares more about you than they care about money.  The people there may care about you, your boss probably cares a lot about you (hopefully), but the sad truth is that the company cares nothing about your mortgage, lifestyle, or vacation plans, Mr. Scarecrow.  I’m surprised that is so surprising.

No fucks are given when pocket lettuce is involved, and corporations are all about the salad. The math should be pretty easy once The Scarecrow finally gets to Oz and receives his brain.

Afternoons are getting weirder.

  • Woman in full wedding regalia is getting wedding pictures taken on the train platform.
  • Guy sitting across from me is hanging his arms from the overhead rack as though he were a chimpanzee
  • Guy sitting next to me “thought you bought tickets when you get off the train, Mr. Fare Enforcement Guy.”  Yeah, right.
  • Woman sitting down and over one seat is making silk (i.e. fake) daffodils (maybe they’re for the bride back on the platform).  Her backpack has skulls all over it, and she’s dressed like someone’s grandma–probably not even 50 years-old, though.

In Other News

  • Thanks for the giant fart.
  • Angry Black Woman is a first class bitch.
  • We’ve got a woman who looks like a giant pile of laundry heaped onto an unmade bed.
  • A guy with giant rings on all of his fingers–skull motif, naturally.
  • I’m always amazed by the tenacity and ultimate surprise of people who try to squeeze in between me and The Fonz.
  • Cyclist douchery is less annoying when there aren’t two of them talking to each other.
  • People with short legs shouldn’t dive in front of me when I’m climbing the stairs.