EXPECT DISRUPTION
You're telling me. Since when has a 50 minute journey for me become a 1hr and 20 minute one, which also involved me being assaulted on my way home by some result of inbreeding? At least the bloke apologised for, "being out of order." Any other day, I would've been straight on the Help Point or autophone calling up the Control Room and getting the BTP down on his arse, but seeing as it had already taken me over 45 minutes to get from one end of the Jubilee Line to the Bakerloo Line northbound at Waterloo, I just couldn't be arsed with the time and the hassle.
It fecked me right of though. I was in uniform at the time. Nobody asked me whether I was alright afterwards – they just gave the bloke a wide berth as he stormed off the platform looking for somebody else to pick on (as I was explaining to him that I was just on my way home, so how he could expect me to do anything about these engineering works whilst off duty and despite the fact I don't even work at Waterloo was beyond me). Funny that though – punter mentality – some of you don't mind us taking the punches and the abuse, but of course, you're the first to start shouting and screaming for help when you get a boo-boo on the station.
They used to give you all this chit-chat about how punters 'aren't attacking you personally – they're just attacking the uniform'. Working for the roundel makes you realise and experience the fact that there are people out there who will attack you, regardless of whether you've got the uniform on or off, and regardless of the fact that they are wrong.
Some people are that pathetic; because you can bet your bottom dollar, pound or kroner that they're not just like that to Underground staff – they'd easily try and chin you if they felt like it.
Me? Cynical and bitter? Can you blame me?
EXPECT DISRUPTION
You're telling me. Since when has a 50 minute journey for me become a 1hr and 20 minute one, which also involved me being assaulted on my way home by some result of inbreeding? At least the bloke apologised for, "being out of order." Any other day, I would've been straight on the Help Point or autophone calling up the Control Room and getting the BTP down on his arse, but seeing as it had already taken me over 45 minutes to get from one end of the Jubilee Line to the Bakerloo Line northbound at Waterloo, I just couldn't be arsed with the time and the hassle.
It fecked me right of though. I was in uniform at the time. Nobody asked me whether I was alright afterwards – they just gave the bloke a wide berth as he stormed off the platform looking for somebody else to pick on (as I was explaining to him that I was just on my way home, so how he could expect me to do anything about these engineering works whilst off duty and despite the fact I don't even work at Waterloo was beyond me). Funny that though – punter mentality – some of you don't mind us taking the punches and the abuse, but of course, you're the first to start shouting and screaming for help when you get a boo-boo on the station.
They used to give you all this chit-chat about how punters 'aren't attacking you personally – they're just attacking the uniform'. Working for the roundel makes you realise and experience the fact that there are people out there who will attack you, regardless of whether you've got the uniform on or off, and regardless of the fact that they are wrong.
Some people are that pathetic; because you can bet your bottom dollar, pound or kroner that they're not just like that to Underground staff – they'd easily try and chin you if they felt like it.
Me? Cynical and bitter? Can you blame me?