Look, I get it. Having a service sector job isn’t always the easiest. Most of the time you get little to no benefits, the people you interact with are less than stellar, and the places in which you work aren’t always considered glamorous..
That being said, you do not under any circumstances get a free pass to loudly bitch about your job while in the midst of said job. For one, it’s unprofessional, and it’s also just plain ungrateful.
This morning I got up at around 430am in order to make my way to work for the “ass crack of dawn” shift at the cafe. I got dressed as quickly as possible and basically sprinted my way to the bus stop in order to make it for the 4:55am bus southbound.
Imagine my surprise when at 4:59, the bus had yet to arrive and the line of people waiting for their dreaded morning commute vehicle not only grew in length like Pinocchio’s nose but as antsy as a whore in church (you’ll have to forgive the comparison because it was so cold out that no one was sweating, but there was lots of huffing, puffing, and watch checking).
When the bus finally arrived at the stop, a good 15 minutes late, it was half packed with people that didn’t look all too impressed.
Call it what you will, fatigue or just plain naivety, but I honestly thought the people on the bus were just upset that it was Monday and thus the beginning to a whole new work week.
Boy, was I wrong.
The bus driver didn’t even glance at anyone’s metropass or otherwise, didn’t offer anyone a transfer for the next buses they would surely encounter, and when customers asked for said transfers – the driver huffed and puffed like it was the world’s greatest inconvenience BECAUSE SHE HAD TO STOP HER CONVERSATION WITH ANOTHER DRIVER WHO WAS CATCHING A RIDE ON HER BUS.
So, here we are at 5:10 in the morning, a line of 20 or so people trying to cram ourselves onto a bus that holds maybe 50 people in total, squeezing past another transit employee and his large ass backpack only to reach the back of the bus that holds a plethora of grumpy, tired folks that are probably going to be a little late for work.
We all gather onto the bus after a good 5 minutes and wait… and wait… and wait some more because the driver isn’t moving, is not explaining why she is not moving, and is continuing her conversation from earlier.
Finally, she presses a button that has a mechanical voice saying the recorded line, “for customer convenience, please move back – thank you”… Uh, lady? There’s already people standing at the back of the bus and if we were to move back any more I’d have to get REEEEEEAL familiar with someone’s lap.
A patron of the bus politely pointed the situation out to which the bus driver got EXTRA heated about and stood up and basically shoved people behind the magical white line of safety that’s on every bus that tells you when your vehicle is to capacity.
She said that now that we had cleared the line she could start moving.
This bitch spent the ENTIRE southbound ride complaining about her job, about the customers that didn’t understand the rules of the road (excuse me? I JUST saw you run a red light… Don’t test me), about the lack of respect, about the rude lady she HAD to let on her bus the other day because she was a paying customer… To put it simply, I could not believe the cahones on this woman.
Yes, you have a fancy seat with a screen that protects you from rabid customer assault… But I guarantee you lady, if you keep talking like that someone will find a way to break through it. Maybe not me, but someone.
And to boot, she kept stopping at EVERY stop there was along the way, opening the door, letting people in, and not moving until they had sardines’ed their way behind the white line.
When it finally became apparent to her that no one else could fit on the bus – she stopped at every stop, opened the doors, yelled at the people waiting for a bus that she couldn’t let them on and drove away with the doors still open as if to give them an opportunity to run and jump their way onto the packed bus.
At one point, she stopped at a major intersection and opened both front and back doors and just allowed people to flood in without concern about how uncomfortable we were… and then she would wait until people who clearly did not fit would get off the bus. What the hell is wrong with you?
A little old lady got shoved around.
An aggravated man started yelling at the bus driver.
A baby started crying (okay, maybe not, but for the headache this entire ordeal caused there might as well have been a baby).
The crowning glory of all of this is probably the fact that I am claustrophobic.
I do not like crowds, I do not like getting lost in crowds, I do not particularly enjoy concerts, I do not like when people get into my personal bubble when they were clearly not invited…
Hell, I don’t even like the idea of turtle necks because I feel too constrained.
This bus was sooooo packed that I’m 80% sure that had there not been the various barriers of clothing between myself and the man behind me – I would have had his junk touching me… ugh.
Needless to say, when the bus finally got to my stop – I threw some major elbow and catapulted my way off of the bus.
I hated this morning’s commute.
It was the worst.
However, my day at the cafe proved to be rather enjoyable. But no one wants to hear about that.
– The Commuter with an Issue