from fleet to northwood hills
Had the most boring shift to date so far, not to mention the mission to get into work. Left home just after 0815. Waited at the bus stop at Eastcote for the 282 – it took an age to get there. There was supposed to be one due at 0832 and I was standing there until 0845, so I took the first one to turn up going in any direction, which just so happened to take me to Northolt. Still only managed to get to work bang on for my book-on at 1000. This weekend travelling is getting beyond a fucking joke now. Had to put up with it for three years and there's just no end in sight.
Was going around taking pictures of colleagues for a small book that will make part of somebody's leaving present. One of our boys on the station turns 65 this year. He wants to stay on and work, but the Underground have basically turned around and said that if he wants to stay, he does so on their terms, so they're moving him to Waterloo, which was a bit of a bummer for him, not to mention all of us as he's a really great guy.
Shot off to Fleet House after work to catch up with the North Greenwich boys booking on and going to Wembley to run the test trains on the north end of Jubilee line. Had a bit of a laugh in the cab up to Waterloo, before we disbanded our separate ways (they ended up having to go back to Fleet after some miscommunication and I headed on home via Baker Street and Northwood Hills). Pretty much fell asleep once I got on the Met at Baker Street. Woke up as we were just pulling in to Northwood Hills – I must've looked a right picture as I don't even remember falling asleep or anything, just feeling exhausted.
There was an equally long wait at Northwood for the 282 back home. Had to put up with minicabs parking in the bus stop dropping England fans off who were going to the pubs. Was glad to get in home, but couldn't nap straight away as the tosser upstairs was making a whole load a rabble with his kids over this football lark.
from fleet to northwood hills
Had the most boring shift to date so far, not to mention the mission to get into work. Left home just after 0815. Waited at the bus stop at Eastcote for the 282 – it took an age to get there. There was supposed to be one due at 0832 and I was standing there until 0845, so I took the first one to turn up going in any direction, which just so happened to take me to Northolt. Still only managed to get to work bang on for my book-on at 1000. This weekend travelling is getting beyond a fucking joke now. Had to put up with it for three years and there's just no end in sight.
Was going around taking pictures of colleagues for a small book that will make part of somebody's leaving present. One of our boys on the station turns 65 this year. He wants to stay on and work, but the Underground have basically turned around and said that if he wants to stay, he does so on their terms, so they're moving him to Waterloo, which was a bit of a bummer for him, not to mention all of us as he's a really great guy.
Shot off to Fleet House after work to catch up with the North Greenwich boys booking on and going to Wembley to run the test trains on the north end of Jubilee line. Had a bit of a laugh in the cab up to Waterloo, before we disbanded our separate ways (they ended up having to go back to Fleet after some miscommunication and I headed on home via Baker Street and Northwood Hills). Pretty much fell asleep once I got on the Met at Baker Street. Woke up as we were just pulling in to Northwood Hills – I must've looked a right picture as I don't even remember falling asleep or anything, just feeling exhausted.
There was an equally long wait at Northwood for the 282 back home. Had to put up with minicabs parking in the bus stop dropping England fans off who were going to the pubs. Was glad to get in home, but couldn't nap straight away as the tosser upstairs was making a whole load a rabble with his kids over this football lark.