How to save the Earth, and my time.

So now I'm working pretty casually, cos I'm a casual employee. Great pay, good hours and good people. I really do like the kids there. Sure, its a call centre, but at least we're not forcing people and anyone whose time we waste is thanks to their generosity. I, however, am not generous when it comes to my time and getting to work. My ANTH 1002 tutorial finishes at 4pm, maybe a few minutes late, because my teacher is really old. She has 21 million dollars in assets. This one time, she bought a chocolate bar as big as the moon and gave it to the fat boy. Anyway, that finishes at 4, and my shift starts at 4.30 at the Rocks. Due to my high sense of Bourne-esteem and knowledge of Sydney's transport routes, I know I can cover the 4100m route by running it in 22 minutes, walking it in 35 minutes, cycling it in 11 minutes, or catching a bus to Circular Quay then pacing it in 26 minutes. Seeing as I don't wish to be sweaty nor do I possess a bike, catching a bus seems the ideal way. So imagine my horror when I ran out at the end of my tutorial to see the bus stop jam packed [for purposes of not offending anyone through racism or sexism this bit has been left out]. Now, the public transport system is shit enough. So when two 370 services go by and the bus stop gets even more packed with people, frustration mounts further [370 services go to Leichardt or somewhere shit like that, but not the city]. Then finally, at 4.08, the first Circular Quay bus comes. However, due to the fact that the allocated bus zone where the earlier bus-stop-waiters are waiting is taken up by the non-city service, the CQ service stops behind.

Here comes the shit part, pretty much everyone that asked for a ticket, asked for one to Central. Like for Jesus' sake, University of Sydney to Central is 1200m! Thats a 12 minute walk. If you are so shit as to not be able to do that, you deserve to die in hell while sucking on greenhouse gases through a beer bong. Why is there is irreverant need for [certain stereotypes withheld] people to fucking catch the bus. Like ok, you're physically shit, because you just are - but anyone can walk a kilometre. People with debilitating diseases or one-offs excepted. But most certainly not the 30 of 50 people who get on at the USYD busstop who regularly ask for a ticket to Central [the other 20 go to Town Hall or Quay, which is fair enough]. It's these people who fill up the buses taking oppurtune moments and not caring for some others by displaying courtesy [respect the people who got there first]. I guess thats just the [stereotype] nature. Anyway, I got the 4th Quay service that came in at 4.14 and got to work 12 minutes late. I want a road bike.

Speaking of which, I loved the Tour de France, and I hope you all did too. I don't know why everyone's [myself included] so sure that Cadel Evans is not using drugs, but either way, congratulations to a man who did something very few can actually do. Something I've found myself doing now that I'm back at Uni is employing cycling tactics into my walking patterns. When I get off my train at Redfern, I get off in the main bunch, and you can distinguish this as everyone comes off the same train. You hide behind people for the most part until you see the entry to USyd, where the wooden walkway is the final 100m to the intermediate sprint of the day [where the walkway ends]. Then you keep going and climb up the stairs past microbiology building and into Wentworth, 2 Categorie 4 and one categorie 3 climbs respectively. Then theres the big indoor climb in Wentworth which is a Categorie 1, and it always takes a toll on the cardio system. Finally the exit from Wentworth to the footbridge is a Cat 4 to finish the climbs for the day and to enter the final sprint, the famous footbridge. Here, you break from the packs, overtake and pace yourself to the end of the footbridge, where you can gain your sprint points.
Anyone who doesn't understand cycling and doesn't go to USYD will not enjoy that. Which is pretty much everyone of my friends bar Long and Phil.
But on that fitness note, good luck to the City 2 Surf people this week, I'm sure you guys won't be catching buses to hold me up for work. Oh fuck I've got a shift on the day. If I'm late, you guys owe me the $10 I'm missing out on.
I'd write something cooler, but I'm in the process of proposing stuff to uni publications so I don't wanna put it up yet.

Much love to all and good day / night