GPS Success in Malta
I am seriously Type-A. If you know me, you know that I am a high-strung individual who wants to get things done while still believing that I project this calm, relaxed demeanor. Today, when we were told that we would need a chest x-ray as the first step to getting into Malta University for real, I couldn’t wait. I got home and asked my roommate what he did last year.
When I asked about where it was, Tim looked up the bus schedule and told me where I needed to meet the bus and then what stop I need to get out at. He even gave me a map and landmarks, but I could tell that he wasn’t happy with the information that he was giving me. (I was ecstatic because I didn’t even have to fire up my computer.)
He sat thoughtfully on his bed and said that he was trying to think of a better way to do things. I thought I would give him some time, so I changed my clothes and went to the bathroom. By the time I was done, he had GPS coordinates for me. BRILLIANT!
(It reminded me of the time that I was geocaching in Iowa, and I called my friend Glen all excited because I could find my hotel room, several restaurants and a gas station on my GPS unit. To which Glen replied, “What? Did you think they put a billion dollars of satellites in the air just so you could play a game?” Um, yes, duh.)
I got down to the bus stop, noticed that my stop was two stops away and waited for the bus. I needed to get out at Msida. The first stop came and went. The second stop wasn’t Msida. Neither was the third or fourth stop. Could I have missed a stop? I turned on my GPS, and it told me I was still 1.5 miles away from my destination. That took all of the worry out of traveling on the bus.
Read about GPS Failure in Malta.
When I asked about where it was, Tim looked up the bus schedule and told me where I needed to meet the bus and then what stop I need to get out at. He even gave me a map and landmarks, but I could tell that he wasn’t happy with the information that he was giving me. (I was ecstatic because I didn’t even have to fire up my computer.)
He sat thoughtfully on his bed and said that he was trying to think of a better way to do things. I thought I would give him some time, so I changed my clothes and went to the bathroom. By the time I was done, he had GPS coordinates for me. BRILLIANT!
(It reminded me of the time that I was geocaching in Iowa, and I called my friend Glen all excited because I could find my hotel room, several restaurants and a gas station on my GPS unit. To which Glen replied, “What? Did you think they put a billion dollars of satellites in the air just so you could play a game?” Um, yes, duh.)
I got down to the bus stop, noticed that my stop was two stops away and waited for the bus. I needed to get out at Msida. The first stop came and went. The second stop wasn’t Msida. Neither was the third or fourth stop. Could I have missed a stop? I turned on my GPS, and it told me I was still 1.5 miles away from my destination. That took all of the worry out of traveling on the bus.
Read about GPS Failure in Malta.