Amanda's trip to work...
A story a friend wrote about her experience getting to work on Monday (she works in the city) when the trains weren’t working I thought it was very well written and kinda funny:
When you see more people streaming OUT of Box Hill Station than streaming IN at 7:30 in the morning, you know something is wrong.
And it is there that I am greeted with the lovely news,
"Due to a points failure at Camberwell, it is impossible for city-bound trains to depart from Box Hill. Please make your way to the tram depot on Whitehorse Rd. Trams leave every 10 minutes. Connex apologises for any inconvenience caused."
And so I join the multitude of buoyant Connex customers making their way to the Box Hill tram depot. We all secure a spot to stand on the tram, and immediately become quite familiar with one another. The first thing I notice is the heat. There's nothing like a few fellow passengers snuggled up to help you feel warm. Lucky it was still early morning on a 36 degree day.
Eventually we begin our journey, and thus start the phone calls;
"Hi Chase, it's Stace. Could you please print those documents emailed by Trace and add them to the folder on my desk? I'll have to meet you there, the trains are having problems."
"Hi, I'm on a tram in Kew because the trains aren't working. It's very slow in this traffic. I'll see you in a few hours."
And then there's the Asian lady. Imagine the accent...
"This is very slow." Yes - thanks for stating the obvious. Again.
"Do you think we can go down at Camberwell and catch an express train from there? They said change at Camberwell in the announcement". Now where might those "express trains" be coming from at Camberwell? You might have better luck sticking to the tram.
To the many passengers attempting to board the tram a short way into our trip she says, "No we can't fit any more. It's very squashy."
Twenty minutes later, about 10 minutes after Camberwell...
"This is very slow." Uhuh...
"Maybe I can change at Camberwell." Hmmm.
Every few minutes or so, the European man will say something. No, there's no earpiece attached. Is anyone listening?
And then there are the silent farts. My goodness there are some rippers! A look of disgust on the blonde lady's face...no more need be said.
As we enter the CBD, we approach the first tram stop on Collins St, accompanied by a mass of people wishing to board our already full tram. The Connex official does his best to help the situation. A Greek man - imagine a big thick Greek accent...
"Everyone move into the tram. Move down, don't stand near the door. Can you see how many people need to get on?"
He receives blank stares in return. Where exactly should we move? We're already sardined in - would you like us to sit on top of one another. Or on the roof?
"Ah, nobody understand what I say."
"Nobody cares what you said," responds one fed up passenger.
Eventually we reach King St...
And here I am at work, having arrived only an hour later than planned, but having enjoyed a morning full of the quirks of life :-)
When you see more people streaming OUT of Box Hill Station than streaming IN at 7:30 in the morning, you know something is wrong.
And it is there that I am greeted with the lovely news,
"Due to a points failure at Camberwell, it is impossible for city-bound trains to depart from Box Hill. Please make your way to the tram depot on Whitehorse Rd. Trams leave every 10 minutes. Connex apologises for any inconvenience caused."
And so I join the multitude of buoyant Connex customers making their way to the Box Hill tram depot. We all secure a spot to stand on the tram, and immediately become quite familiar with one another. The first thing I notice is the heat. There's nothing like a few fellow passengers snuggled up to help you feel warm. Lucky it was still early morning on a 36 degree day.
Eventually we begin our journey, and thus start the phone calls;
"Hi Chase, it's Stace. Could you please print those documents emailed by Trace and add them to the folder on my desk? I'll have to meet you there, the trains are having problems."
"Hi, I'm on a tram in Kew because the trains aren't working. It's very slow in this traffic. I'll see you in a few hours."
And then there's the Asian lady. Imagine the accent...
"This is very slow." Yes - thanks for stating the obvious. Again.
"Do you think we can go down at Camberwell and catch an express train from there? They said change at Camberwell in the announcement". Now where might those "express trains" be coming from at Camberwell? You might have better luck sticking to the tram.
To the many passengers attempting to board the tram a short way into our trip she says, "No we can't fit any more. It's very squashy."
Twenty minutes later, about 10 minutes after Camberwell...
"This is very slow." Uhuh...
"Maybe I can change at Camberwell." Hmmm.
Every few minutes or so, the European man will say something. No, there's no earpiece attached. Is anyone listening?
And then there are the silent farts. My goodness there are some rippers! A look of disgust on the blonde lady's face...no more need be said.
As we enter the CBD, we approach the first tram stop on Collins St, accompanied by a mass of people wishing to board our already full tram. The Connex official does his best to help the situation. A Greek man - imagine a big thick Greek accent...
"Everyone move into the tram. Move down, don't stand near the door. Can you see how many people need to get on?"
He receives blank stares in return. Where exactly should we move? We're already sardined in - would you like us to sit on top of one another. Or on the roof?
"Ah, nobody understand what I say."
"Nobody cares what you said," responds one fed up passenger.
Eventually we reach King St...
And here I am at work, having arrived only an hour later than planned, but having enjoyed a morning full of the quirks of life :-)
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