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Today we had another one of our BCIT fieldtrips to a plant related to printing somehow.
Did I ever tell you guys that I was enrolled in the Graphic Communications program? Well I am. It's basically everything you could do with printing and today for our Industry Operations class we were supposed to head off to Langley to see the TAPP flexography plant.
There were a few minor problems.
It just so happens that on the way to Langley there was construction so traffic grounded to a halt and it took us something like an hour to reach Langley itself where we promptly got lost.
I swear every city should look into numerical street names. It would be more economically friendly seeing as visitors would not pull out their hair as much trying to find an area and would probably be more inclined to visit again.
Yeah, so we all basically carpooled and followed Sir Wayne to Langley and got lost in the process.
This unrelated but I can't seem to call my teachers by their first name. Call me weird, but I feel disrespectful for some reason. I know they don't mind and some even just want you to call them by their first name but I can't. So I'll call my teacher Sir Wayne. I think it has a certain ring to it.
Ok, so our car followed Sir Wayne but the thing is, we all turned around and ended up in the wrong place. We ended up doing a U-turn but funny enough, we lost him when everyone in the car got distracted by a blown up ghost globe looking thing that had black and orange balls flying around in it. *sweatdrop* We get distracted so easy it's not even funny.
So now we're on our own. We had a map, an address, Sir Wayne’s cell number, it shouldn't be too bad right? Nope. For the next two hours, we drove around Langley looking for this flexo plant that I'm starting to believe does not really exist. Not only that, we find out that the map Sir Wayne gave us was wrong, that his directions suck and Vivian needed go to the bathroom really badly. XP For the sake of the car we had to let her out. Have you ever noticed how hard it is to find a public restaurant when you really need it?
Anyways, I swear in the course of half and hour, we passed 203 St. and 205 St. twenty some odd times. The reason being, it said it was off of 205 St. but we now know that is not true. It was nowhere close to 205 St, but It seems that Sir Wayne and another car managed to finally reach the plant. Well, at least we know it's real now. Sir Wayne told us to go west. Funny how we ended up in Surrey...
We were apparently supposed to go East. Gah. We left at 2 PM. The appointment for the tour was at 3 PM. The first car did not get there till 3:35 PM and right now, it is 4 PM and my car and I were still not there. You know what guys? I might be throwing this out on a limb a little, but I don't think we're going to make it....
Yeah, we are so not going to make it there. So what do we do? We end up bailing and stopped at Tim Horton's instead to grab a bite to eat before we headed back to Burnaby. On the way back we took detour when Steve said he wanted to show us the prostitutes. O_o Why would you know about the hookers in the area Steve?
Basically he locked the doors and said he wanted to show us something, brought us to the area and told us how bad it was before they cleaned it up. How perverts would be sitting in the bushed under where the SkyTrain is now and how when they cleaned it up, they found a body there. *shiver*
Anyways, we finally made it back to school and spent a total of 3 hours in that stupid car. I mean…it's a lovely car Steve...
I just felt antsy after being stuck in there for so long. Dag nab it. I hope the Sarah took good notes on the tour for us.
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