Google Maps Can Rot in Hell

I’m trying really hard not to let stress get me down. With school, that can be tough, because my biology class is so labor intensive. I hardly have time to breathe, let alone do anything else.

Spring Break is coming up, though. Just three more weeks of classes and then one glorious week off. I’m debating taking a break from everything (including blogging and social media) to relax and catch up on things which have fallen by the wayside.

Despite my best efforts to not let stress get to me, life seems to have not gotten the memo. On Friday, I got lost taking the bus to the Del Mar Fairgrounds for the gem show. This is, by the way, entirely Google Maps’ fault, because instead of sending me to the bus that actually goes by the fairgrounds, it had me walk.

Through a restricted area.

Illegally across train tracks.

And through a very confusing roundabout.

I could have just gone a little further north, gotten on the 308, and been dropped off basically right in front of the fairgrounds. Google Maps didn’t even list the 308 as part of any alternative route.

I blocked out the rest, because I don’t want some weirdo to reverse-engineer my commute and figure out the area I live in. You will note, however, that ALL OF THOSE ROUTES END ON THE 101, not the 308. The ones which go further north? Not to the 308 or other bus, but those require me to take the train up to Oceanside and then come back on, you guessed it, THE 1-0-fkn-1.

I literally thought I was going to die, because as I followed Google’s lead past no trespassing signs and across train tracks, every so often I could hear a rustling in the bushes next to me. I don’t know if it was following me, or trying to keep ahead of/away from me, but there was obviously something along for the trip next to me. The coyote tracks in the mud did not bring me comfort. I thought for sure I was going to get attacked and bitten and have to get a rabies shot or something.

By some miracle, I managed to find my way back out to the road, where I was confused which roundabout street to take (I will take responsibility for that, because Google Maps did show pretty clearly I just needed to turn left). After walking in a literal circle, I figured out which direction to go and made it to the gem show an hour later than intended.

But, that still gave me plenty of time to look around and buy copious shiny things. Like… an absurd amount of shiny things.

After, Pup came to pick me up (since he works nearby) and we went to harass Matt at work go get me a bacon brownie.

Admittedly, I was a little worried about taking Pup there, because I get the impression he’s a little threatened by my friendship with Matt (because Matt and I talk about religious stuff and I’ve always been super private about religion). But, I figured, what would be the odds we’d be seated in his section?

Ha. Haha. HAHAHAHA! Pretty damn good, apparently. Not that I’m complaining, because I enjoy seeing Matt. Thankfully, Pup didn’t seem bothered, really. A little confused when our server greeted me with a hug, but whatever. At least they got along, which made me happy, because they are literally my two favorite members of the male species.

So, the night made up for the day. Mostly. I’ve lost all faith in Google, but that’s been a long time coming.

I’m supposed to go to dinner at a church friend’s place on Wednesday, so fingers-crossed that goes smoothly.

Maybe I’m so stressed because things are actually happening in my life, instead of me just sitting and doing nothing but homework. That’s probably a good problem to have, when I think about it that way.

I love you all.

I’m adding this in quickly at 8:30am on Monday: My biology teacher is a nightmare. I wake up feeling sick when I have to go to this class.

My English teacher last semester was a generally unpleasant person who repeatedly called us whiny for asking her to not go through the notes so fast. But, at least she was a good teacher who gave up comprehensive and useful feedback so we could improve.

My biology teacher isn’t just rude and unpleasant, constantly talking down to us, but she gives us no feedback on incorrect work. Never in my life have I had a teacher refuse to let me take my corrected exam home to study from and could see what I need to work on.

If it weren’t for the fact that I was on academic probation last semester for withdrawing from too many units (and also I need to maintain seven credits to keep my student bus pass), I would drop this class like it had the plague. Honestly, I still might.

I love you all.

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5 thoughts on “Google Maps Can Rot in Hell

  1. Don’t lose faith because the directions were bad; google engineers are always working to improve those.

    Lose faith because they do reverse-engineer where you live, where you went, and likely what you took this trip for in the first place. It’s like having a stalker in your pocket that you put there yourself.

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  2. I think Google Maps has lost its way. I remember when it used to be the ish. But it’s going from Hero to Zero. I’m not sure what it’s issue is. The other day, it told me to turn left… ON THE HIGHWAY.

    Waze is my new best friend. And it helps me navigate traffic, crashes, road closures, and hazards.

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    1. I remember the first time I realized Google Maps was going downhill. My mom and I put in Barnes and Noble and it sent us to the hospital across the street from the shopping center it was REALLY in.

      I’ve never heard of Waze. I’ll have to check that out.

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