Death by New Job

...and this is about how I feel at the end of the first week:   Gracie wants to know why I'm not getting her dinner. The bus driver is a psycho, zooming through city streets and 25MPH zones at speeds well over the limit (I can't see his speedometer, but I can guess by the …

Phew, I made it!

I finally did it, got to work on the trains and bus! A small accomplishment, and none at all to those who've been doing this for years, but to those of us who are accustomed to coming and going as we please in our own cars, I feel pretty good about not ending up in …