My Dads Bigger Than Both Of You.

I was sitting in my colleagues office, giving him his meal relief, all of a sudden the CSA on the gate line calls up on his radio.

He has 4 young ladies at the gate line all with out tickets, 3 escaped through the gateline and one young lady got caught behind the line.

She starts abusing my CSA, so quiet rightly he calls up and asks for us to call the police. The young lady decides that she now wants to pay.

After wandering down to find out what the score is, she starts being abusive to my colleague, then she looks over and sees. Me

Next thing the lovely little foul mouthed angel says "My dad's bigger then both of you"

Now there is two things that popped into my head.

1) I haven't heard that phrase since I was at school.

2) Either your dad is a real fat bastard or he is 12 foot tall.

The lovely little angels teacher all of a sudden appeared, and instead of changing her ways and being quiet, the little angel gets louder.

No respect for her teacher or our staff.

Seeing as this lovely young angel attends Maria Fidelis Covent, So much for a Catholic up bringing then.

Congratulations

Yes you guessed it I passed, so any victim ... er I mean customer who who has an accident on my station when I'm on duty, may well have a chance of surviving the experience.

Ironic

Here I am doing my First Aid Training, and tonight i get a call from my mum.

She has had an accident on a bus and broken one of her fingers.

First Aid Training

It's nice to be back at work.

This week has been fun as I'm on a course, I get to travel into work with the general public. As i do shift patterns I'm used to quieter trains, because I travel out of peak hours.

Trying to travel to Acton every morning is fun, what with getting on a crowded Midland Mainline train, and then a crowded Pic line train too.

Oh the joy of peak time travel.

Well things are going well and hopefully by Friday I'll be fully qualified to help any ailing public.

There is also the added bonus that I will be able to tend to my kids properly if anything serious happens to them.

I'm back to my station on Sunday, I wonder if we have a messroom yet, probably not.

It's Christmas Time

I couldn't believe what I saw when I arrived home this evening.

It's only October 23rd and someone has got there Christmas lights up already.

Nice Holiday ... Only In Parts.

My first day back after a stressful annual leave.

The only fun I had was over the weekend as I had 2 of my kids with me.

My Ex-wife seriously pissed me off last week, my eldest daughter isn't mine biologically, however I have brought her up since she was 4 months old, I'm the one she calls dad and if she has any problems she will call me.
On Tuesday my ex was summons to my eldests school, as my daughter has been getting herself into trouble by being late after lunch, and giving teachers attitude.

One thing I wont stand for as people giving me attitude, and i will not stand for it from my kids either.
When my ex was in the school and spoke the head teacher and my eldest said she woulds buck up her ideas. On Wednesday my ex received a call from my daughters school, and guess what my eldest was late into class yet again.

My ex flipped and instead of getting in touch with me, she sends my eldest to her real dad, I spoke to my daughter that night and she told me that she didn't want to go to her real dads as she doesn't know him well, having only spent approx 10 occassions in his presence in her 13 years.

I asked my ex what hse was doing, her reply, it's a punishment as she know she doesn't like going to her real dads.

So sort of mother she is, I spoke to my other daughter and also found out that my ex's boyfriend had slapped my 2nd daughter, now I'm not a violent man, but I seriously had intentions of going to my ex's house and doing physical damage to my ex's boyfriend.

On Thursday i collected my kids from my ex, and told her if I ever find out that he has slapped one of my kids again, i'll go to either social services or ChildLine, and report the matter to them.

I reported it to the police a couple of years ago when he slapped my kids then, but they never even visited my ex's place to speak with them.

The only plus point as i said earlier was seeing my kids this weekend. We went to the pictures on friday and saw Barnyard, I haven't laughed at a film in ages but this really put a smile on my face.

Saturday and Sunday i spent time at my mums with the kids, and we all really had a good laugh and a joke.

However when I drove from London to Southend to drop my kids off for 17:30 as this was arranged with my ex, I arrived at my stupid ex bitch of a wifes house, to find all the lights off and no one in, I rang my ex "where are you" I asked, thinking she had only just popped out.

"I'm in London" she replies.

Why the f**k did I married her, and why is she such a f**king bitch.

She calls me about 45 minutes later, oh you can drop the kids off at a friends of hers as she is still in London.

Talk about taking the f**king piss.

Yes i am angry and i will apologise for my little bit of foul language.

I spoke to my 2nd daughter today, mum arrived home at 20:00.

Original 1978 Underground Map.

If you look carefully, you will be able to see a few changes from todays Tube Mape.

1, Charing Cross is called Trafalgar Square.

2, No Hammersmith and City Line, all H & C are the same colour as the Metropolitan Line.

3, No Jubilee Line.

4, Bakerloo Line serves Watord Junction.

5, Aldwych Branch Line on the Piccadilly Line.

6, No Heatrow 123 or 4.

7, No Docklands Light Railway.

8, Kensington (Olympia) open during Exhibitions only.

9, British Rail not National Rail.

10, Head Office telephone number is 01.

All these changes in less than 30 years.

Team Building The Metronet Way.

Last Friday night, the Supervisors at my station were invited out to a team building drink up with all the contractors, working at my station.

The main contractor working at my station is Metronet, however the 4 main sub-contractors are:

1) Trans4M.
2) EDF.
3) Balfour Beatty.
4) Atkins.

As I walked into the pub, I thought, well this will be fun.

On the right standing together were Atkins team, in the centre were the Trans4M & Balfour Beatty management teams and on the left were the EDF team.

So much for the team building exercise.

The only thing that was good about Friday night, I got totally bladdered, and whilst travelling home to my mums I tried to write up a blog entry and text it to this blog, however I couldn't focus, so unlucky for you, that you didn't get my drunken ramblings.

Why Does Life Suck

Instead of having a nice time, I've been sitting around reading and not sleeping properly.

It just seems that when I start feeling happy again, something always comes and kicks me where it hurtsI feel down and lost, life seems to be just flying by and I'm struggling to keep up.

Some times I think F**k it whats the use, I hate feeling sorry for myself as thats just not me, I like to laugh and I like to joke around, which I must admit does annoy some of my work colleagues.

Sorry to have gone into emotional mode, but i had to get some of this crap out of my head.

A Very Long Sleep

I actually slept for over 9 hours today, which is very unusual on a night turn.

The thing is I woke up feeling worse for it.

My head felt clogged up, I struggled to open my eyes, I've yawned continuously, and all because I slept longer then my usual 6 hours.

I feel bloated from dinner, and look forward to an uncomfortable night ahead, of contractors and drunken passengers.

The only nice thing is that I have this shift left to do plus, another tomorrow morning and then thats it for another 2 weeks.

Plus I come back to first aid training, so I don't see my station for a full 3 weeks in total.

The Bells, The Bells.

As you might have noticed I'm in one of those nop nonsense moods tonight.

However after one of my contractors was popping in and out of a certain alarmed door on my station, I lost the plot at him and told, either prop the door open or stay in the f**king room.

You might think UI'm over reacting but if you can't sit in paece with out the bloody alarm sounding and starting to give you a headache you would understand.

Also to make matters worse, I was sitting in the office with one of my contractors working away, and all of a sudden he starts calling out a name, he became a bit irate as he thought he was ignoring him.

I turned around and said are you talking to me, yes he says, well it helps if you call me by the right name and not my fellow Supervisors name.

My colleague is the same sort of build and height as me, the only slight difference is that he has a pony tail down his back, where as I have a shaved head, simple mistake I'm sure you can tell.

Oh and the big wigs have finally departed.

There Goes The Apple Cart.

Well I've started upsetting the big wigs already.

One has arrived with an out of date Permit To Enter.

It wouldn't be so bad if it was few days out of date, but July, I think not.

Then her colleague asks why can't the other person stay, so I had to explain to him the ramifications, especially if LUL auditors arrive, as I'm not getting a slapped wrist for no one.

But it's only one night, I then had to explain, you have 2 choices, either your colleague doesn't work or you both don't. End of story.

Oh Dear.

So much for a peaceful night, one of my day contractors has just arrived, and advised me that there is a hand over happening tonight.

So a few dozen big wigs will be on site.

The only reason big wigs work on a Thursday night as any SS will tell you, is so that they have all the weekend off as they worked tonight so they must have the day off.

I wonder if I can put the cat amongst the pigeons and ask if they have had the minimum 12 hours rest between duties.

Hmmm now I'm actually pondering that.

Oh deep joy (sigh).

2nd Hectic Night In A Row.

I arrived home this morning feeling shattered, I have had contractors working for two nights solid in my office.

Tuesday night was to fit two electrical sockets into the Electric Dado rail, which does all the power for my office equipment, however there was a slight problem with on of the sockets.

So last night that one was replaced and other equipment was in stalled too.

So a peaceful set of nights, I think not.

I wonder what tonight will bring.

Only 2 shifts left as I am doing a double on Friday night Saturday morning, the reason.

PARTY TIME.

Congratulations.

I would just like to wish an ex-girlfriend of mine a heart felt congratulations on her forth coming and impending doom er I meant marriage. (I know I will be in trouble for that and await your email eagally)

Congrats short stop (this is the little lady who leaves the tirch comments) and don't forget the invite.

1st Night, 1st Drunk

I'm not even at work for 15 minutes, when I have to deal with my first drunken passenger of the night.

A young lady (alledgedly) arrives at my gateline looking confused, and slightly inebreated.

*hic* "scuse me" *hic*

"Yes madam"

*hic* "scuse *hic* me" *hic*

"Yes madam"

"How *hic* how do I get *hic* do I get to Finchley Road"

(Stagger, reel and almost fall over)

"Down stairs Platform 1"

"Where" *hic*

"Down stairs platform 1 take the Uxbridge train"

*hic* "Ok.

The young lady proceeds to make her way down stairs hiccupping all the way.

After my CSA got me a pint of milk, I make my way to my office and still hear the young lady hiccuping away on the platform.

And this is my first night sheesh, I knew I should have stayed home.

4 Days Off

I've just had a good 4 days off, spent time good quality time with my kids and have been speaking to an old friend who I used to work with at Camden Town station.

I found out that my son loves to read books, I bought him a book which is 3 books in 1, and he finished it in 2 days. Takes after his dad that way.

I'm back on nights this week and only have 5 nights to do, then I'm on leave for 2 weeks, wow I need some time off as I haven't been sick since Feb, a miracle I here you say.

Work rang to ask if I wanted overtime today, but as they are reducing 1 of the SS at my station I said no sorry busy. It was something discussed by myself and my colleagues, and we all agreed not to work overtime at the moment, so that the bosses will realise that they still need all 6 of us.

So hopefully Mr Moneygrabber doesn't do it.