Public transit amounts for at least 75% of my stress and anxiety on a daily basis, maybe even more.
I am not a morning person, by any means. I prefer to stay up late while the rest of the world sleeps, and I love to sleep in while everyone else is drinking their morning cup of coffee in hopes of waking up.
This doesn’t make me lazy, does it?
Its not like I sleep all day, sleeping in is getting up at 9 am on Thursday morning, but I have no reason to wake up at 7, so I don’t.
However maybe I should. Maybe I need to start leaving my house 4 hours early for everything because transit is no help in getting you places on time. Safe, yes, Early no. Reliable, yes if a reliable bus means that it will come and take you somewhere, reliable no if it’s meant to be on the scheduled time.
I understand fully that there are many reasons why a bus will be late, but everyday this kinda stuff happens.
I am scheduled to work at 10:45, my normal route to work consists of 3 buses , one sea bus and one sky train. Sounds like a lot but it is not. The total duration is 48-50 minutes, traffic depending. I woke up at 8:30, layer in bed until 8:45 and left the house at 9. It is a 10 minute walk from the house to the bus stop, today I took 12 minutes. Bus number 1 is scheduled to pick me up at 9:23 so I am at the stop with 11 minutes to spare. This bus just doesn’t show up so now I have to wait for the next one, 15 minutes later. To my surprise the bus that is routed to come by that stop at 9:38 is in fact 2 minutes early which makes things a little better… Until I get to the transfer station. Arriving a head of schedule I am quite confident that everything will be ok and I will still make all the connections I need to make. WRONG. As we get to said transfer station, I look around in hopes of spotting my bus waiting for me. I spotted it alright, and it wasn’t waiting, it in fact was pulling out from its little nook known as bay 9. With a quick review of the time I find this bus to be departing 3 minutes earlier than the posted time at the stop so I make a quick dash across the pavement with arms flailing, along side 10 or so people also doing the same motions as I.
Seeing as the driver was a dick and left early with out waiting for the connecting buses I should have known he wouldn’t stop for the world, yes I carry on running around the bus loop trying to flag this asshole down.
So, a bus doesn’t show up, the following bus shows up early and the connecting bus leaves before its posted time? Where does it make sense.
Now I am a little more angry than I should be, but like I said, I am by no means a morning person, for reasons such as this.
I spot the transit security sitting in a nice Ford Mustang security vehicle so I make my way over to voice my complaint, well do you think buddy cared! Heelllllllls no. He was kind enough to give me a business card with a complaint number in which I proceeded to call, knowing full well nothing would come of it… Aaaand I was right.
By the time I hung up the phone I had been pacing the perimeter of the transfer station for the better part of 15 minutes trying to figure out the best way to get to work without being late. Well that is damn near possible at this point. It is 10 o’clock, I left the house an hour ago and I am not even a 5 minute drive from my origin, when I should already be on the sea bus pondering someone else’s life, or perhaps a quick round of staring contests, instead I stand flustered at this place known as Phibbs Exchange with no options other than being late.
After a text message argument with my boss, some quick thinking and some fancy foot work I hoped aboard the bus heading downtown with my fingers crossed that I would make the connection,at this point in the day though I had some serious doubts…
And I was right. As I got off the bus and looked across the street the bus I was trying to catch was pulling away from the curb…
At this point I have 12 minutes before I am 1 minute late and I really can’t be bothered to race around downtown trying to catch a bus to take me in the general direction of where I need to go, when it is just as likely I will miss that bus and yet spend more time waiting…
…So I guess now is as good of a time as any to drown my sorrows in a grande non fat extra hot white mocha…