Every day I go to work, I pretty much sit in the same place. Most days, going to work I sit with Jason. He does something so secret he can't even tell me where he works. That's okay, but sometimes it's pretty hard to take seriously...
On the way home, I travel with the Train Team. I think the central member of the team is Pam, and her guide dog Lorna. They move our train round sometimes, and Pam is pretty much completely blind, so she needs a bit of help finding the damn train!, and I think all of us on the team check to make sure Pam gets to the train. Having the dog there is instantaneous Cversation anyway. Richard is this tall handsome guy who works in IT in a bank. Jo is a seriously blond woman working at the same bank. She has been a temp for a year(!) processing credit card applications. Pam works for the SSC, she's some kind of manager, and is doing a Masters. Dianne is a PA, fairly high up I think, very keen on sport and Michelle does something, but the thing we tend to talk about with her is her rapidly expanding stomach Ctaining an enormous half Samoan girl baby. And me. There are a couple of others than travel with us every now and then, but we are the regulars. I actually look forward to the evening train. Its a bit of a diverse group, and so we talk about a wide range of subjects. Its a great de-stresser for the ride home.
Joing this 'Train Team' wasn't spontaneous. It was the result of a active searching strategy for decent people to travel with. The search started after a Bad Experience.
I used to travel just anywhere there was a seat, but One Night I sat by an irritant from an office. A young woman, with the IQ of a cornflake, who spent the whole 35 minute trip telling her companion (of equal intellectual merit) about her workmate who left a fan on In The Office. This was, apparently, Awful. Both of them were obviously deaf, as the Cversation was Cducted at a very high decibel level. By the time I got home I needed alcohol. And I hadn't needed it when I left the office.
Too many journeys like that could make me progressively homocidal.
Posted by Toni at May 27, 2003 08:36 PMHee... wow, I'm impressed. So you all manage to catch the same train home each day? You must have a proper *routine* that always happens at the same time... wow. That's awfully grownup.
I like your moon phase thingie, very cool :)
Posted by: Fi at May 28, 2003 10:37 AMGrown-up could be one interpretation of catching the same train each night - plain boring and stuck in a rut is another! Guess it just goes with the job territory, I do 8 hours, start the same time, finish the same time, catch the same train!
I like the moon thingy too, I saw it on another blog, it was a priority to get it on mine. small things...
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Posted by: toni at May 28, 2003 03:42 PM