Yes, it's true. As they all say, what goes up must eventually come down and after such an awesome month, it's only fair that we finally experience the down side.
Cue long rant full of loathing.
I'll try to keep the potty mouth on the down low but anyone who knows me in real life would know that this blog post would be so much more fire-trucking colourful if it were delivered verbally. Because if a tube strike were to inspire anything from anyone, it's for the sole purpose of pulling all the combinations of murderous threats and profanities out of people's mouths and into the open air, zero-cares-given to polite society, because that's just how frustrating London Public Transport (yes, even those "pretty" red buses) can be.
It's moments like these that are the best reminders to be thankful for the little things.
xoxo
I'll try to keep the potty mouth on the down low but anyone who knows me in real life would know that this blog post would be so much more fire-trucking colourful if it were delivered verbally. Because if a tube strike were to inspire anything from anyone, it's for the sole purpose of pulling all the combinations of murderous threats and profanities out of people's mouths and into the open air, zero-cares-given to polite society, because that's just how frustrating London Public Transport (yes, even those "pretty" red buses) can be.
When
we first heard that there was going to be a tube strike, we seriously
underestimated how crazy it was going to be. We were warned, but in all
honesty, the HR emails suggesting to "start planning alternate routes"
or "discuss work from home plans with your line manager" seemed a bit
over-dramatic.
But, oh, how wrong we were.
There
are no words to describe how ridiculously insane everything became once
the Underground was shut down. The only word I can think of that would
come closest is complete and utter chaos. Most of us (locals included)
behaved a lot like headless chickens, actually.
Heading home on the first day of the strike was a nightmare. After taking the tube's only working service to Marble Arch, we exited the station onto a street packed with a million other commuters trying to get home. Every single double decker was crazily packed. And if there's one thing that is ever so FAIL about London's public transport, it's the lack of ventilation. To add to every bus being packed, there was no air conditioning and the windows were not the type that opened. We stood, squished by the back doors for the whole (1 hour) ride home with the windows fogged up, breathing in steam. I wanted to die.
Here's a snap shot of my Citymapper app, desperately trying to help me out. (The red X's are all the lines that don't work), ha!
Heading home on the first day of the strike was a nightmare. After taking the tube's only working service to Marble Arch, we exited the station onto a street packed with a million other commuters trying to get home. Every single double decker was crazily packed. And if there's one thing that is ever so FAIL about London's public transport, it's the lack of ventilation. To add to every bus being packed, there was no air conditioning and the windows were not the type that opened. We stood, squished by the back doors for the whole (1 hour) ride home with the windows fogged up, breathing in steam. I wanted to die.
Here's a snap shot of my Citymapper app, desperately trying to help me out. (The red X's are all the lines that don't work), ha!
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Now as I sit here
re-capping the horror of those two days last week, I'm wondering how the
heck am I meant to survive it all again this week. And it's three days
this time! *insert crying face*. But people must have been praying really hard this whole long weekend because
this week's tube strike has been cancelled! Hallelujah!
It's moments like these that are the best reminders to be thankful for the little things.
xoxo
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