My commute today was a little odd; I was driven to work by my lovely contadina. So coming home I had to walk to South Station (which will be normal), take the T to Park St., transfer to the green line to North Station, then took the commuter rail to Waltham, then walked the mile or so back to Becca's (Waltham doesn't believe in shovelling sidewalks, or this would have been kinda pleasant), got in my truck and took US-20 home so I could stop at the Hannaford's and the Boston Market to pick up some things.
Stupidness happened, though. I tried on three separate machines to purchase a monthly ride pass for March, and then went to a window. I kept getting refused, and then when I got home, it turned out there was a fraud warning on my card! Bah, I should hopefully be able to buy the pass tomorrow. Still, aggravational. I was able to buy a 12 ride pass for the rest of the month, though.
Hopefully, future commutes will be smoother. I'm going to bed now so I can try to wake up and shower before Tom. We're both slugs in the morning, and late risers, so this should be fun for the next five or six weeks. I'm going to look into motorcycle street parking, though, so I can ride into work at least on the days I'm coming in from Waltham. Plus, if I can do it without paying for parking, it'll be way the hell cheaper than paying for whatever monthly pass I'd end up needing (if I go perm/when I find my own place/etc.). I'm awash in hypotheticals, and I'm not sure how that makes me feel.
Also, from IRC tonight:
(09:40:30pm) (@[fandango]matt) On Her Majesty's Very Special Service
(09:40:58pm) (@Eideteker) Now I'm visualizing a handicapped James Bond
(09:41:14pm) (@Eideteker) "Do you exshpect me to talk?" (plinth suggested changing this to "walk")
(09:41:28pm) (@Eideteker) "No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to cry." *kicks over wheelchair*
(09:41:34pm) (@Eideteker) "Damn, that was cold."