I should have just been hanging round

Fine, today I proved to myself why I dont bet, and its because I’m a lousy gambler. More on that shortly.

Yesterday, the first target was to turn my little phone into an active one, by getting its umpteenth new Sim card over the years. Basically, they last 90 days, and apart from 2 occasions, everytime I travel to the US, I need a new one. And so, choices, choices…

Because I wanted to go back to Pasadena at some point on the holiday, and there was an AT&T store near the metro station there, I went over there to do it. I could have done it locally, but it would have needed a fair walk, so fine, excuse made. Pasadena is a lovely place to visit, except for this weekend, when I gather it will be chaos there, with pop concerts, museum tours, and roadworks, all adding to the racing at Santa Anita, so yes, glad its done.

After finishing there, I did the opposite to the Pet Shop Boys, and went East. The line has been extended eastwards to Azusa, so I took a chance to travel on it. A bite of lunch, then back to Pasadena for the bus journey home. Apart from 4 people each travelling just one stop (one may have had health issues, the other 3 definitely didnt), it was a fairly dull affair.

This morning is when I gambled, and got it wrong. I walked down to the Metro station to get a train downtown, to find that an ‘every 10-12 minute service’ wouldnt be along for 21 minutes! So fine, I thought, I’ll walk down, get the bus to Santa Monica, and get the train back. Yes, another new line I wanted to go on. Oh fine, I picked the crazy bus, clearly! So yes, with all the delays with those folk, I could have waited over 20 minutes for the train downtown, gone back out to Santa Monica, and still have been quicker!

I did my stroll around town, stopping off for a coffee, before heading to the biggest Santa Monica landmark, the pier! Which supposedly is the end of Route 66, halfway down its length, according to the sign. I strolled to the bottom, said my close up farewell to the Pacific, in case I dont go down there at Pacific Palisades, though I will see it as I fly out, but thats not the same thing. Lunch on the pier, then finally I got that train I could not miss, back to LA.

In truth the most memorable bit of the journey was 2 teenagers being ‘tough’ until some guy actually stood up to them, and then they quietened down! They had reminded me why I’m not a fan of modern music at least!

Tomorrow evening, is dress up time, as I’m off to the movies at the Egyptian Theater. I know, I dont have to, especially nowadays, but it will be fun to put a dress on, so I will. Sunday afternoon, a Women in Media event, so a chance to try and sell my talents, maybe? Other than that, I’ll see what the morning brings!

I’ve given a couple of clues to the video, so hopefully you know what it is, without looking!

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Who me, evil mind controller?

Yes, that title is full of sarcasm, before anyone starts panicking or anything, though I did wonder last night, but besides all that…

Yesterday was my first day back at work after my holiday (I know, one day back, then a day off, but its just the way it plans out), and all went fine. Pleasant enough, not too crazy day at work, with a finish at my standard time, 7 in the evening. Oh fine, I got teased gently for using my flirting skills on a client to placate him, but if you heard the difference in his tone from when he called, to when I finished the call, yes, it works! Not that I’m ever going to meet any of them, so it really doesnt matter, and I doubt he saw me as a 59 year old spinster type down the line anyway!

Well, I walk down to the bus station, and head up to the bay where the bus to Huddersfield goes from, and I could see through the window that my favorite seat was taken. Its the last row of the main front facing seats on the bus, and they’re raised above the rest, so you get a better view. Worse, I looked across, and the one opposite, behind the driver was also taken. Fine, then I got on the bus, and I forgave one of them at least.

No, I dont know why I have a crush on her, she is exceedingly slim, and I prefer my women to have a bit of curve to them. She doesnt make up for it with stunning looks, though she’s certainly not hard on the eyes, all the same. She’s cute though, just saying. Yes, not that much younger than me (40’s, probably?), but sadly, I’m pretty sure she’s got a wedding ring, but that doesnt stop me crushing, at least.

So fine, I was not going upstairs, and missing out on her, even though there were limited seats available downstairs. No, I didnt go and sit next to her, though fine, it might have been tempting. Instead I sat in the middle of the long seat at the back of the bus, but fine, I cant see her face from there. There were 2 people sat in seats where I could have done, so secretly I willed them to get off the bus, and let me change seats. One woman took no notice of me (actually got off at same stop in Huddersfield), but after a few stops, the guy in the seat opposite her got up, and got off the bus! Yes, I changed seats pretty quickly! Sadly, all too soon, the bus got to Bailiff Bridge, and the crush of my life got off the bus, but I knew that was going to happen!

But fine, I hope the only reason that guy got off the bus was because it was his stop, and not because some wicked woman controlled his mind to do so! I know, cant be done, but I was so surprised when he got off so quickly, that…I hope neither he, or she actually read this, lol!

The video. Well, in truth, until I did a search on You Tube, I had no idea there was a live version of this, but lo and behold, with a title apt for that cute blonde…

Falling head over heels, but not in love!

Yes, I’d love a full body cybernetic upgrade, but in truth, at present, a leg, or knee replacement of that kind would be more urgently needed, like at present. Seriously, I’ve recovered a bit by now, but the right knee is still an ugly mess, if at least I can flex it now.

Thursday night, not unusually of late, the bus home from Bradford to Huddersfield was running late. There seems to be no consistency on this, you’ll go about a week and a half (current streak) when you never get the bus it would be nice to get (though almost impossible to do in theory), but not only that, I cant even get the one that I have 6 minutes allowance to get. Then at some point in the near future, the theory will flip, and I’ll be getting the early bus again. Been a few occasions of late where getting the bus I should get with 12 minutes to spare hasnt been possible! But anyway, Thursday…

Yes, it was late, and I assumed I’d missed the 8.56 bus (6 minute allowance) one, because it was already 8.58! Wrong, so I set off at as much of a run as I can do at my age, in a valiant attempt to catch it. What I didnt notice in my rush to get it, was four drunk men, not stylishly dressed, standing outside a bus shelter en route to the one I was aiming for.

Anyway. as I was approaching, I heard one of them say, “Look at the lady running for the bus.” but thought no more about it. Well, not until I actually passed them (I’d moved out on the pavement to avoid them), and saw one of them move towards me, and in mid step, felt my ankle tapped, and I went flying, yes, head over heels. No, it wasnt really, just went down face first, but…My hands were fine, pretty well protected by my thermal gloves, but my precious knees…My less damaged left knee took a thump, but not too serious. Unfortunately, my badly damaged right knee took most of the weight of the fall.

Thankfully, my knee didnt take the obvious opportunity to explode into a mess of bones. It hurt like hell when I got up, and I knew it was cut, but…the bus driver was actually waiting for me! And yes, I could walk, just about, so…I got the bus, walked home of sorts, and got my knee patched up. I went to work Friday, despite the pain, and the stiffness, but anyway, by mutual agreement, I passed on Saturday!

Now, thankfully, a lot of the pain is gone. Not all of it, but most. The knee still looks pretty horrid, but the miracle is, its still in one piece, and seemingly I dont have to bring forward my knee replacement op plans, as I feared.

But yes, if anyone wants to cybernetically upgrade my knee, my leg, or indeed my whole body to robot standards, yes please!

Right, video. What I sort of did on Thursday night. One of those Abba songs that doesnt get the playtime it probably deserves.

Now, if my surgery was being done like this?

I might be a lot keener to have it done! A clue to what I mean by that?

knee-surgery

Thanks go to ‘Legion’ for finding that picture, and posting it somewhere I would see it, has to be said. I know his real name, but for here, that will do.

Yes, there might be one or two here that know, but I suspect dont, that in terms of healthy joints, my body would fail most tests! My wrists, and fingers are riddled with arthritis (not too severely, thankfully), and my knees are a total surgical mess, with little, or no cartilage in either knee, if we are being truthful. No great details, beyond an accident as a child, but the pain is getting worse, as I get older, and I am now. So yes, a new robot body would be handy in more senses than one.

In truth, I’m already suspecting that next year, I’ll have to get at least one, if not both knee joints replaced, but I’ve been putting it off as long as possible. Yes, the pain, and general discomfort around the op doesnt thrill me, along with the time I would need off, having just got a job, but anyway, it will have to be done I suspect, especially the right knee, but as things stand, it wont be before October, as I have a work probation, and 2 holidays planned before then, and nothing is getting in the way of those!

But yes, fine, if it was all going to be done like in that picture, I might be a whole lot keener on the idea, to put it mildly! I know, I know, if only…Yes, I’d get all my joints sorted out if that was the option! 😀 If anyone can arrange that, as a Christmas present…?

Oh, yes, its Christmas! Actually got a week off this year, the longest break I’ve had while working, in a very long time! Finished last night, and dont go back until next Thursday. Then 2 days in, then 4 more off for New Year, wow! One of those is my day off for the week, but even so…

So yes, I got driven home for Christmas last night, even if it was only a bus driver, who couldnt get to Huddersfield quickly enough for me to get my perfect connection home, but I survived. Yes, thats a clue to tonights video, one of those Christmas songs that gets less attention than some. And being a Chris Rea fan…

It only takes 30 minutes, girl

…to get home 45 minutes earlier. And today at work (much kudos), it only took a minute to change my working hours on a Friday, wow!

To be honest, quite honestly, when working 12-8, the last couple of hours can go quite slowly, phone call wise. Its fine, we get to do other admin work that needs doing, which is good, and suits me fine. And yes, on a Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday shift, it doesnt worry me, because the late start the next day, or in the case of Monday, a day off the next day, so battling home on the 8.12 bus doesnt bother me. Thing is, on a Saturday, we work between 9 and 4. Which means a late night on Friday, and an early one on a Saturday, not a good combination.

So last night, when we got very quiet, I asked if I could use some of the flexi time I’d built up, and go home half an hour early, given my shift this morning. Fine, I was allowed to do so, and because of the split, and things, not only did I get home 30 minutes earlier, I got home 45 minutes earlier! Wow!

Fine, I jokingly mentioned to the team leader on today, that if I could do 11.30 to 7.30 on a Friday only, it would be better for me, sleep wise, before Saturday morning. Next thing I know, she’s off to see her boss, and about a minute later, she’s back with a smile on her face, and the comment, sorted!

Yes, I know, I’ll lose that 30 minutes sleep on Friday morning, but yes, losing it spread over 2 nights has to be better, right?

Yes, has to be said, until the theaters, or Hollywood come calling (stop laughing, I know!), I think I’m in the right workplace! Quite amazing, took me so long to find anything, then I really fell on my feet like this!

You might be expecting Tavares, or Take That, but you’d be wrong on both counts! Its One Hundred Tons, and a Feather. Oh, fine, its Jonathan King, under one of his numerous identities, almost as many as Tony Burrows!

Just wishful thinking?

So yes, despite the best intentions of my ‘wonderful’ local train company to do otherwise, I started my training course for my new, temporary role yesterday morning. I’d planned to get the 8.21 train, and have plenty of time to walk up to the office before 9.00. So I got the 8.13, which turned up at 8.27, and just about got there by 9.00, planned start time. Unfortunately, it took 3 of us who arrived just in time, a while to get in, as no one had explained how we had to do it, given that we didnt have entry cards. But we got there in the end, so…

Last nights train, coming home was late too, I hadnt forgotten Trans Pennine Express could be awful, but 2 out of 2 late, not a good start. Still, the trains topped it this morning, though not all their fault, to be fair. Train was late (about 7 minutes) arriving in Huddersfield, which was definitely down to them. I had 10 minutes, or so allowance, so fine, if it left. It didnt! Got settled on the train, to hear there was a slight delay, due to a signalling issue. Given it was the first train of the morning through to Leeds, they might have just discovered it, but anyway…35 minutes later, we heard the train was cancelled, no trains would be running through to Leeds, and they would try to lay on replacement coaches. Seemingly, about an hour and a half later, they did! But this wasnt much use for training course, day 2, from 10.00 to 3.00. Even if a coach had come along straightaway, the best I could have reached the office was 11.15, and they didnt even get close to that!

I rang the office when I got back here, let them know that I hadnt just had enough (one did yesterday, disappearing after lunch break), but just couldnt get to Leeds. I’m not sure the guy really took in all I told him, but he said to turn up as planned, post training in the morning at 9.00, so I will do as told (as a good robot should lol), and see what happens. Might just get trained in what was learnt today, might just grab their card back, and tell me to go, even if it wasnt my fault!

Of course, the irony then, I might yet get to be a long term clinical research guinea pig, which lets face it, I’d rather do anyway! Be ironic, if after all my frustration this morning with the train, that I got to do what I really wanted to do, wouldnt it? But yes, you know me, and luck, that would just be wishful thinking!

And yes, thats tonights video, would you believe?

Pacific Palisades, Traffic woes, and something very magical

Alright, fine, its getting towards the sad end of the break, the last few days. How do I know that? Well, for the first time in a few weeks, I had to really think about what I needed from the supermarket up the hill, and not get more than I really need. Most things I’ve managed to work fairly well, though the peanut butter is going to run out 1 day early, and I wont quite use up all the sugar, or the last part of the loaf bought today, but done pretty well. I’m planning a nice last lunch out in Hollywood for Tuesday, instead of cooking for myself, mind. Why lunch? Simple, I will need to pack as much as possible on Tuesday evening (being picked up at 7.45 am Wednesday), and besides which, just after 5 pm, the 1 game of the World Series I will get to see live. Game 2, I will be in mid flight, and the rest will happen in the middle of the night, UK time. Only wish I could see more, but unless someone is crazy enough to give $2,000 dollars to me in the next day or so, not going to happen. But seeing Kansas City get this far, has been pretty special, all the same.

The other reason I know its the end? I’ve started doing the trips I was leaving until now, to say goodbye to a few places, and “friends”. The first of those happened at the end of last week, the return to Pacific Palisades. Its funny, when I went there in April, it was by sheer accident, this time it was deliberate. Its a lovely little place, which as the name suggests, sits very close to the Pacific Ocean. So after lunch, and a last look around the community, I headed down the canyon towards the Pacific Ocean. I walked down the beach, to the ocean, and said my goodbyes. I mean, I will see it again, when we take off from the airport on Wednesday, and its quite possible I will see it again, in San Francisco, or Seattle, but from here, in lovely LA, by the water, that was it, almost certainly forever! As far as I can see, thats it, though 1 Facebook friend tells me I will return, in 6 months, but I cant see it myself.

Alright, after that. the journey back here. It should be just over an hour (70 mins or so) to Hollywood from there, but…it took 2 and a half hours! I assume there was an incident on the freeway, but we crawled, or simply sat still until we reached back to the junction with the 405 freeway. I did hear a couple of sirens, so I assume it was that. Let me just say at this point, that the bus seats on the Metro buses win no prizes for comfort, or design. So my back stiffened up beautifully, and getting home from town was fun. As was clambering into the bed that night! Better by next morning, but that evening…ouch!

Yesterday evening, I had the chance to go somewhere different, The Magic Castle. To go in there, you either have to be a member, or a guest of a member, and I was fortunate enough to be the latter. OK, as with so much travel this trip, things didnt go smoothly. The taxi was fine, and then we hit a traffic jam on Franklin Avenue. So he went down to Hollywood Boulevard to avoid it, just as bad. So down to Sunset Boulevard, then all the way up to my destination, but it meant a $12 taxi fare ended up at $18! Oh, and of course, my friend got stuck in the same jam, but texted me what to do on arrival, and all was fine.

The evening itself was wonderful, I had wonderful company (thanks Eden, and Phylis), and was wonderfully entertained by both them, and a string of magicians. One especially took my heart (though not in that sense, I think?), but they were all great. Phylis ran me home afterwards, and I got in about 1.15 am, a time I have no idea when I last saw before bed! Oh, and this morning was the latest I’ve got up in my stay, about 8.15! No surprise, I guess? Still, Wednesday (when I guess I’m going to have to be up by 6, or soon after) is going to come as a culture shock!

Right, 2 full days, and 2 special trips to do. Tomorrow is off to Glendale, and Forest Lawns by bus, to say my final farewell to Jean Harlow. Yes, I know, she’s not going to answer me or anything (unless her “ghost” turns up, who is seemingly very chatty, then all bets would be off!) but its something I really want to do, just spend some time with her, one last time. Hopefully its as easy to get close as it was in April.

Then Tuesday, one last farewell trip to the delight that is Hollywood Boulevard. A little bit of souvenir shopping, a nice lunch (which I wish could be Musso & Frank, but I really cant afford it. Silly, its only because I included it in a story, but…), and then say farewell again, at Jean’s star on the strip, and to her’s, and a couple of other people’s hands, and footprints at the Chinese Theatre. Then 1 last nice ice cream at Hollywood & Highland centre, then with, I’m sure a few tears, say goodbye to Hollywood for the last time, as I head back here, to pack, and watch baseball!

Then, Wednesday morning, the long trek home. At least I will see that wonderful Hollywood sign, one last time, as the shuttle pulls out on to Beachwood before I leave.

I have got a few possible jobs to follow up on, from before I left, and I’ve applied for a couple more in the last few days, telling the people concerned that I wont be back before the 29th! Hopefully they noticed!

I’m sure there will be one last posting from LA, assuming Tuesday doesnt prove more problematical than expected, packing wise, and the like. So, if I dont…

Right, lastly, the video. Lets go back to last night for that.