As those of you who read my LoudTwitter LJ posts will know, I’ve been commuting to Nuneaton/Hinckley for the past three weeks for my job. I’m doing some release management and quality assessment work for a large utility. Interesting stuff, but it does leave me pretty exhausted at the end of the day. I am getting behind in my email reading, my LiveJournal reading, and in my life in general.
I have, however, discovered the value of Twitter in keeping a record of what’s happening in slices of 140 characters or less. This is quite useful, and I am becoming more enamoured of it the longer I remain in Nuneaton.
The highlight (or lowlight) of this week was yesterday, when my taxi driver failed to show up at the site to take me to Nuneaton Station in time for the 4:35 train to London. I called Sandeep (we are on a first-name basis now) and he told me that he had asked a friend of his to pick me up in his place because he needed to take his family somewhere. The friend had gone to another site in Hinckley, TNT (the delivery people), and picked up someone else for the train station. Sandeep had sent someone else to TNT, and he returned empty-taxied because the other driver had picked up the fare that he was meant to pick up.
Sandeep was in his family car with his family, and turned around and came to Hinckley and picked me up, with wife and son in the back seat, and took me to Nuneaton, not in time for the 4:35 train but what could one do? I thanked him profusely and didn’t become depressed or annoyed about it, as there was nothing that could be done. This is good for me, as I tend to become nervous and grumpy when transport doesn’t work out well. I think it’s the beta-blocker, which makes me more mellow, on the whole.
So I went into the coffee shop at Nuneaton, bought a few train-related magazines and a mug of coffee, and whiled away some pleasant time reading about American trains. Got the 5:35 train, which stopped at Rugby and Milton Keynes, and got home around 7:30 pm.
I hope that things will be much more pleasant next week.
you are not alone. i tend to get naggy when a perfect plan is ruined with abrupt disruptions.