Over the last few weeks I have felt really buoyant and happy. Not any more. Today I am ready to rip some one head off and spit down the whole.
Last night I had a row with a parent of one of the lads form the Scout Troop I run, like all parent myself included, I don’t suppose he wanted to hear that his son was or is a complete little shit – well I told him. He then told me I don’t know what I was talking about, and I was wrong. Sorry, you don’t see your son away from your care! to cut along story short after 22 years of running a Scout Troop I have quit. I am no longer interested in trying to help the youth of today or tomorrow.
I also found out last night that my boss at work has blocked the Overtime I was supposed to be doing both today and tomorrow, because I was off after my accident at work.
Knowing my boss it wouldn’t surprise me if he thought I deliberately dropped scaffold on my head, arm and shoulder. Anyway I have now lost just under £400 worth of extra money. I am not a happy bunny.
I have also had a blazing row with the Missus, she woke up late and it was my fault that she misses her train and was late from work, it was my fault that I had to drive her to the next town to get abetter train, although I had to answer a call of nature before we left. It was my fault that little Legs also had the ranging hump.
Maybe it’s just as well I’m not working today as I would have no doubt said or done something that I would have regretted later.
Can the day get any worse? Probably. I’ll tell you tomorrow.
... for your notes of sympathy concerning my bruised shoulder and arm, they’re both on the mend now and I have phoned in to the office to tell them that I’ll be returning to my rest day tomorrow.
Isn’t it funny?
What stated out as an accident at work, has turned into o a full-scale assault on duty with total hospitalisation. I had my big boss on the phone, although I have no idea how he got my number ‘cos I haven’t given it in, asking my wife how I was, and was there anything either I or she needed, and also which Hospital I was in and to cap it all, how long did I think I was going to be off work for, to which I replied “months... gov...”.
It’s a joke. If anything it just shows how concerned they really aren’t.
Anyhow, I’m back to my normal duties, but, and this made my manager almost have a heart attack, I’m going to do a days overtime tomorrow and another day on Wednesday.
My manager did ask me if I was OK, and if I had had a bump on the head or anything, “ ‘cos it’s not like you to offer to do overtime.” Maybe I should show him my credit card bill!
So, I’m playing trains at a different station for the next 2 days, after which I’m back to my own gaff. Talking of which, I am delighted to see that at last the work is starting to come together, and the improvements and re-furb efforts at starting to show, it looks really good. I broke my camera phone by sitting on it yesterdsay, but as soon as I get it mended I'll take some more picutes so you can see the changes.
We also have some new members of staff at my station, so my workload has halved which is also great news.
On a down side, there was no service on the District up my end over last weekend, and there won’t be any this weekend or next either, so blame Metronet. The line has been suspended this time so the builders can finish the outside works to both the stations that are undergoing refit at present. There is a special bus service, so please allow extra time for any journey you might make around my part of the Underground, alternately check the “Real Time Travel Updates” link to the side.
I know it’s only Monday, but best be prepared.
It also appears to me that all my other staff blogging colleagues have on off on leave, so it’s going top be down to me to keep you up to date with the gossip from the Underground.
Don’t you just love it when the sun finally shines?
Not if you work for London Underground.
It seems that in an effort to improve the smoothness of the track and stop the clickerty clack of the train wheels Metronet have welded all the rails together, making one long smooth rail. Great thanks, I hear you shout.
Now, what happens to metal when it gets warm, it expands, correct? So if you’ve got a long length of metal rail and you warm it up with sunshine, the rail will get longer? Correct again – aren’t we doing well. So buy taking out the expansion gaps in the rails and joining them together, we now have longer rails getting even longer, and thus with no where for this extra metal to go, the rails buckle.
This happens every year and has for the last 4 years, come on Metro net get your shit sorted, or get of the gravy train and get some real maintainers in.
LU has announced that the District Line and other will be suspended all over the place this weekend for emergency engineering works
As a member of staff, all I suggest you do, is check here before you travel.
My only other bit of advise is to take some water with you, or just go down the pub and stay there for the weekend
Here is the last crime fighting equipment from he BTP. The idea is that the stone throwing youth , who think that it is fair sport to stone passenger trains, don't hear the bike coming and get caught - and it works too.
This bike come complete with yellow coated lycra clad Police Officer, and also has it's own set of "blues and twos" mind you, when he left it at my station a few weeks ago, to go and deal with a "job", some one stole the brake from the bike.
If this is the officers transport, you should see the transportation available for the offender! Rikshaw anyone?
Well, I’m back at my home station and have been for a few nights now, however because of the on going station refit I have not been in my office.
The refit is coming along and you can really see the changes happening now, which after all this time is really nice and the station looks so clean. It’s a real shame to think that come this time on Monday the locals would have been along and “tagged” everything and made it look shity again.
I had a bit of a run in with some of the contractors last night. As I closed the station some of the not to bright workers had stacked their scaffold tower against the gates at the station entrance. As I closed the gates so the scaffold fell on to me. Not impressed – more so, when the contactor told me that I should look out for his scaffold, and then asked if I do pole dancing often – a short but fair “Fuck off Bastard” was the reply.
I’ve got some bruising and a strange numbness to my arm. My manager wants me to go to the hospital, I shall go see my own medical centres Nurse later.
Anyhow, it’s the weekend again, and it looks like I’m going to be stuck at work – mind you that beats sitting at home with more crap TV.
Oh yes i ment to say earlier, Little Legs has his first train set. That's not strictly true - he has a Hornby set that is out of harms way until he is old enough to play with it, but he now has a good lenght of track and 4 trains, a bridge and a station. They're all from Tesco's but are the same as the Brio.
He totally loves it and together with Daddy he has spent many happy hours playing trains. He's got his own Supervisors hat (strange how it's the same as the one LUL give us to wear!) and a whistle, which is driving his Mum mad - hahahahaha. Maybe she should get with it, and run the Tea Rooms?