So it's the last day of the Easter weekend and it's been nothing but boredom and tedium, at one stage when walking around the station, it was just me and the mice for company.
I wonder who in there infinite wisdom decided that it would be good to have Underground stations open so god damn early on a bank holiday because even though we are open, the staff out number the passengers by four to zero once more.
I think somebody should seriously rethink station opening times on bank holidays. Sunday times are early enough not 04:50 with nobody about, what a waste of man hours.
The only high light of the weekend was with my early turn CSA, who when I sent her off to another station to collect some ticket stock almost wet her knickers and celebrated with a double arm thrust to the sky when I mentioned who was working at the other station and rushed as quick as was humanly possible to get the tickets, now that just doesn't happen normally.
I noticed the same thing yesterday when the other SS came to my station when on his meal relief for a chat (ok gossip), but I thought I had only imagined it, but today was definite proof.
Update:
That's it I've just been put in my place by the female CSA, my colleague from the next station popped down on his meal relief again and just as the CSA was going home she spotted him and got excited once more.
When asked what it was she liked about my colleague she replied "I just like him" so messing about I asked "What about me ?"
She replied "I think we better change the subject".
So that's me told then, phew.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Shell Shocked
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Last night at Arnos I suddenly lifted my head from the newspaper and realised no one had gone through the gateline in either direction in about 45 minutes; that was about 10pm. Of course, just over an hour later the last train went into Central London... I put out five boards stating the last train had gone, set all the gates to exit except one, and still suddenly had a flood of people getting through the gateline, or almost so, before I could react.
That sa of yours sounds like a laugh!
Work was dead too, a handful trickling through.
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