Back-to-Work Grumpiness
03/04/06 02:36 PM
I had the old ‘back to work after a week off sick joke’ wake up today. As I stumbled around my flat, bleary-eyed and bewildered (after my alarm screeched that most horrid of screeches at 5:30am) it just reminded me how crap it is to commute to work.
You may or may not be aware that I travel every day from Leicester to London (although judging by how rammed the trains always are so too do a surprising number of people). This, as you might expect, can be quite annoying sometimes, but I’ve come to realise that I actually get more annoyed by other people than the hassle that goes with the trains themselves. I wonder if I’m really a nice person at all as I can literally be swearing to myself and be in a bad mood by the time I get to work just because of… people.
I thought I would compile a little list of some of my goat-getters about commuting, trains, platforms and travel in general. Not one of those “What’s the deal with the ‘wrong kind’ of rain?” things, as they’ve been done a million times before, but just some of my personal gripes. Who knows, it might help me. Don’t you judge me.
- The cost. Gasp.
- Those bloody pull-along trip-you-up suitcases.
- People who sit in the aisle seat and put their bag on the empty window seat to stop people from sitting next to them. I always feel like sitting next to them even when there are empty seats. But don’t.
- Those bloody pull-along trip-you-up suitcases.
- People who stop dead on the platform to check their mobile phone when I’m right behind them (this applies generally, not just commuting).
- Not getting a seat and having to stand up for the entire journey. Kind of like a really expensive and long tube ride.
- Those bloody pull-along trip-you-up suitcases.
- Nose whistlers who sit next to me.
- Snorers who sit next to me.
- Onion & Egg sandwich eaters who sit next to me.
Hot babes who sit opposite me.- The boiler breaking down so no teas or coffees available.
- Lame excuses for delays. Thes have included “The wrong kind of rai…”. Oh, whatever.
Well this hasn’t helped me at all, I just think I’m a bad person now. We’re all just trying to get somewhere right? Maybe I’ll try and be more tolerant. Except against the woman who kicked me the other day as she was getting out of her seat. Kicked! A proper, full-pelt boot to the shin. Murdered it did. She did apologise (naturally I smiled and pretended I was hard – “Oh, didn’t realise you kicked me”), but I would love to see her ‘exiting a chair’ technique again. How do you get your legs to move that swiftly?!
In short… anyone know of any jobs in the East Midlands?...
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