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first as tragedy, then as farce
MY RIDICULOUS MORNING: LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
My work this week involves a great deal of running around on rail reserves, looking at trees. Starting this morning.
This is how my morning was supposed to go:
1) Mez takes the train to Greensborough (40 minutes away).
2) Mez gets off the train, and calls Train Control.
3) "Hello?" "Hello. Is that Train Control?" "Yes." "Can I please go on the rail reserve and take lots of photos?" "Sure! Have fun!"
4) Mez puts on her orange safety vest, climbs over the railing onto the rail reserve, and takes lots of pretty pictures of vegetation.
5) Mez takes the train back into the city, and then out to another place, to do the same thing all over again.
Here's how it actually went:
1) Mez takes the train to Greensborough (40 minutes away).
2) Mez gets off the train, and calls Train Control... and is thus slightly distracted.
3) Train Control answers the phone just as Mez realises that SHE IS NOT HOLDING HER ORANGE SAFETY VEST. She hangs up, and looks around frantically.
4) Mez realises that she must have left her orange safety vest in the train - just as the train closes its doors and starts heading back to the city.
I can't go onto the rail reserve without wearing a vest. It's rather illegal.
5) Mez runs over to the train station lady, and says "I've left something on the train!" - and train station lady gives Mez the phone number for the lost property office in the city.
6) Train station lady does not mention that the lost property office won't be open for another half an hour. (It takes over 40 phonecalls for Mez to find this out.)
Meanwhile, there's no point in my sticking around at Greensborough...
7) Mez notices that another train is about to leave for the city. She jumps on the train... slightly distracted by trying (yet again) to call the lost property office.
8) The train departs, just as Mez realises that she swiped her ticket off before going on the rail reserve, and then didn't swipe it on again. She doesn't have a valid ticket, and will probably get caught by ticket inspectors and fined horribly and PUT IN STOCKS AND PELTED WITH TOMATOES OH THE INDIGNITY.
9) Next station. Mez jumps off the train, and runs over to validate her ticket - hopefully in time to get back in the carriage before it leaves again.
10) The train goes, quickly. Woe.
The next train isn't leaving for another 45 minutes. And I get stuck on the platform with a book.
In the end, I got back to the city 3 hours after I left it, with nothing accomplished, and my safety vest missing. I had to borrow another safety vest off someone else before heading out again.
*sighs*
At least it gave me a fun story...
My work this week involves a great deal of running around on rail reserves, looking at trees. Starting this morning.
This is how my morning was supposed to go:
1) Mez takes the train to Greensborough (40 minutes away).
2) Mez gets off the train, and calls Train Control.
3) "Hello?" "Hello. Is that Train Control?" "Yes." "Can I please go on the rail reserve and take lots of photos?" "Sure! Have fun!"
4) Mez puts on her orange safety vest, climbs over the railing onto the rail reserve, and takes lots of pretty pictures of vegetation.
5) Mez takes the train back into the city, and then out to another place, to do the same thing all over again.
Here's how it actually went:
1) Mez takes the train to Greensborough (40 minutes away).
2) Mez gets off the train, and calls Train Control... and is thus slightly distracted.
3) Train Control answers the phone just as Mez realises that SHE IS NOT HOLDING HER ORANGE SAFETY VEST. She hangs up, and looks around frantically.
4) Mez realises that she must have left her orange safety vest in the train - just as the train closes its doors and starts heading back to the city.
I can't go onto the rail reserve without wearing a vest. It's rather illegal.
5) Mez runs over to the train station lady, and says "I've left something on the train!" - and train station lady gives Mez the phone number for the lost property office in the city.
6) Train station lady does not mention that the lost property office won't be open for another half an hour. (It takes over 40 phonecalls for Mez to find this out.)
Meanwhile, there's no point in my sticking around at Greensborough...
7) Mez notices that another train is about to leave for the city. She jumps on the train... slightly distracted by trying (yet again) to call the lost property office.
8) The train departs, just as Mez realises that she swiped her ticket off before going on the rail reserve, and then didn't swipe it on again. She doesn't have a valid ticket, and will probably get caught by ticket inspectors and fined horribly and PUT IN STOCKS AND PELTED WITH TOMATOES OH THE INDIGNITY.
9) Next station. Mez jumps off the train, and runs over to validate her ticket - hopefully in time to get back in the carriage before it leaves again.
10) The train goes, quickly. Woe.
The next train isn't leaving for another 45 minutes. And I get stuck on the platform with a book.
In the end, I got back to the city 3 hours after I left it, with nothing accomplished, and my safety vest missing. I had to borrow another safety vest off someone else before heading out again.
*sighs*
At least it gave me a fun story...
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Gabrielle
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Bit of both.
*Snigger*
*hug*
It happens. It is what blogs are for.
:-)