Excuse me. I’m going to have a big, long, fat moan now.
Today I had a meeting with this woman from the Royal London Society for the Blind, about helping me find work and stuff. I was to meet her at 10am for about 30minutes. I was hoping to make a good impression on her by appearing really keen and assertive and all that jazz.
I planned on getting the 9:26am bus into town.
Did it show? Course not.
I waited until about 9:40 before giving up and going home to call her to tell her I’d be late. She’d come from London especially to see me so I knew she wasn’t going to be impressed.. I apologized about 6 million times and told her I’d be on the next bus into town. But it’ll probably be too late anyway... She had to go back to London at 10:45
Back at the bus-stop I noticed the new bloody bus times up. That explains everything then. Our buses have been pretty much unchaged for 4-5 years. So why fiddle now?? And why not put up huge signs everywhere to.. you know.. tell people??
1 bus an hour.. at 11 past the hour. Used to be 2 an hour..!
So, I got the 10:11 bus knowing it’ll be about 10:45 before I was there. Put my mp3 player on and went into the other reality for a bit.
When I came back, we were almost in town, Hang on a minute. I’d only been on the bus 15 minutes! What was going on? So, lucky for me, I was in town by 10:30. Still wasn’t good enough though. The woman I was meeting spied me along the road and we had a brief.. 90 second chat.
She’s going to call me tomorrow.
I wandered around the charity shops for a bit, Bought Simon the Sorcerer 1 and 2 for 50p each plus this weird thing called the “Interactive Internet Puzzle Adventure”. Looked interesting and it was cheap so.. Anyway, In another shop I saw this T Shirt with “Viking Laws” written on it which, thanks to Ros, Made me think of Mellberg. I wanted to actually read the laws on the shirt, but there was this woman on the other side of me, a member of staff, who chose that moment to fall over. I thought she’d hit her head on the clothing rail but she was still awake.. she said she’d just had a mini epileptic fit and would be ok in a a few minutes.. there was only a few of us there so we all hung around waiting to make sure she was OK. That was my drama for the day, Or so I thought.
Now comes the fun bit: Getting home
I went to the bus station, Looked at the timetabling electronic gizmo board. Oh great, it was out of order, Probably not the best time to break, just after you played fiddle with the buses.
So I picked up a timetable and asked the man when the next bus to where I live was and from what stand. “Oh it’s at 10 past, from stand C”
No it wasn’t.
The driver told me it was the next bus at that stand, that would leave about 5 minutes after his bus. So I waited, and waited some more.. no bus.. no one waiting for a bus.. so I just pretended to read my timetable for a bit. Which told the bus I wanted left at 45 past.
So, not trusting anybody who looked like they worked there, I wandered up and down seeing what numbers were being added to the buses.. Aha. At 12:40. my bus number (according to the timetable anyway,) came up and I once again asked the driver if this was my bus! Yes yes it was!
Except it was at stand E.
So I got home eventually.
Now, as I’m a bit crazy, I have a couple of crazy ideas.
Don’t break the electronic announcement boards the week you change bus numbers, routes, times etc etc. It confuses people. Don’t guess lie about what bus I need to get on and where it leaves from. It pisses me off and I get confused and cry lots. Oh and ADVERTISE YOUR STUPID CHANGES! Better yet.. DON’T CHANGE STUFF! It was fine as it was!
Although I do like the more direct journey..
