Commution
Posted: Thu 4 May, 2006 Filed under: Thoughts, Travel 2 Comments »I forgot to say yesterday, but one bonus of the journey in to London on Tuesday was that it reminded me of exactly why I don’t want to work there on a full-time basis.
One mistake I made was going via the “fast” route (Wokingham – Reading, Reading – London , which usually takes about 45 minutes on average) rather than going direct from Wokingham to London, which is a stopping service, and takes about 70 minutes. However, because I’m a cursed individual, the journey was slathered with delays, both on the Reading-London section, and on the Underground itself. So all in all it took 2 and a quarter bloody hours. Which is never good, when one is supposed to be meeting a prospective client at 7pm, you’ve left Wokingham at 5.15, and don’t get there ’til 7.30. Argh.
But it wasn’t just the journey, and the delays – it was also the people. I’ve never been a fan of the Underground per se – I don’t mind it in off-peak times, but in peak hours I loathe it. And well, I just loathe people in general – particularly rude ones with no goals other than their own. In other words, the majority of Londoners, and commuters.
Other than that, though, it was great. *cough*
I much prefer it in peak times to off-peak. In peak times everyone knows their place and role and operates on auto-pilot. And it’s quick and easy. If all goes well and I don’t stop off on messages, I’m 40 minutes door to door. The best I could do at school was 45, except once when I ran a bit and did it 35 minutes so as not to miss England v France in Espana 82. And still I missed the first goal!
Rude and aggressive? Probably me!