Happy Day 17 Friends! I am most likely having too much to eat and drink at the work’s Christmas Party tonight so this one will get straight to the point. And that point is the dreaded commute.
I hate trains. I haven’t had to join the rest of London’s commuters until recently but I’m already done. Not only is every service unable to get me anywhere on time, the people on them are usually enough for me to question why I didn’t just walk.
The Complainer – I love a good bitch about anything. I am all for a massive moan but when it comes to publicly complaining, give it a rest will you? I hate TFL as much as the next person, and my Twitter feed gets a right battering but there’s always that one kid that is looking to speak to the manager. It’s 8 in the morning darling, can you not?!
The Guy on his Mobile – I don’t mean to ear-wig but there is constantly someone on the phone, unable to find their inside voice.
Those That Walk 2mph – I am always running for some sort of train so I’m a little unsure as to why everybody else seems to walk at snail speed right in front of me. Is missing the train and having to wait another 40 minutes for the next one a joke to you?! Because it isn’t funny.
The School Run – Small kids crying or angry teenagers thinking that school is the worst thing that could have happened to them. I cannot cope.
Everyone You Know – Since commuting, I must bump into somebody I know or once knew in the past, daily. The amount of awkward ‘What are you doing with yourself now?’ chats with ex-teachers is becoming a little bit of an effort. Do you not have a train to catch Miss, because I bloody do?
Anyway, I’ll be sure to commence with the holiday spirit tomorrow when I’ll catch you up with all of tonight’s festivities. Plus, there is only 4 whole days left of work before the Christmas break so I am so done with thinking about public transport.
PS. Do me a favour if you’re one of the above – please cut it out.