10 September 2003 21:03 [link]
i also hate bus drivers
My train was a few minutes late getting in to Oxford, so I ran in the hope of still catching the X3 home. It was a bit of an optimistic dash, but lo and behold, there the bus was, waiting.
I got to within a few yards of the doors before the driver closed them, and drove off. I very nearly said some very bad words.
As a result, I had to catch a bus into the town centre, and then a bus from there to home. After the fair, the resumed the road works on Abingdon Road, which are causing chaos. This evening, we had the "not synchronised traffic lights". Our lights were red, traffic flowed towards us. Our lights were green, traffic flowed towards us. In the end, I ask the driver to just let me out, and got home before the bus.
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10 September 2003 10:15 [link]
i hate commuting
I hate commuting. It's the only problem with living in Oxford. If I hit everything right, I can do it in a bit under two hours; if I get everything wrong, it can take anything up to three. The actual travel isn't too much of a problem - a book and a CD player sees to that - but four hours out of the day is a lot of time.
Today, I missed my bus to the station by about thirty seconds. Which meant that I missed my fast train into London by about ten minutes. Which meant that instead of getting in nice and early (and thus leaving nice and early) I got in not-early. Not late, exactly, but not early.
I'm sure I'll get into a pattern, and work out the best combinations of buses and trains and things, but right now, I really don't like it. Doubtless I'll just get into the swing of it when I find a new job somewhere close.
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10 September 2003 09:50 [link]
ghost train
"Please ignore the information screens on platform 1. The 0754 train to London Paddington does not exist."
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