I’m not having much luck travelling home from work this week. At least it has given me something to write about. It’s Tuesday night and I’m writing this on a bus. The reason I’m writing this on a bus is because earlier today someone stupidly decided to drive their campervan into the path of an oncoming train at a level crossing in Littleport. Thankfully no one died but if you ignore the lights at a level crossing then you probably deserve what’s coming for you. This bus is on its way from Ely to Littleport and then to Downham Market. The damage to the railway line is bad enough that it’s unlikely to be fixed tonight so there will also be the joys of a bus from Downham Market to Ely tomorrow morning.
It’s a bit weird how replacement bus services call at train stations, just like a train. It’s weird because a bus isn’t a replacement for a train. A bus is, well a bus. It’s without a toilet, leftover newspapers and (relatively) high speed travel. It would be just as easy and perhaps more convenient for bus to drop people off in a respective town centre, just like a bus normally does. But the bus is a replacement for the train and therefore has to call at all of the train stations that the train would normally call at.
The 18:44 Kings Cross train I got calls at Ely, Littleport and Downham Market. My normal 18:14 train from Kings Cross doesn’t call at Littleport. The reason why the 18:14 doesn’t stop at Littleport is because it is an 8 carriage train, too big for the platform at Littleport station. So if I got the replacement bus service for the 18:14 from Ely would it have stopped at Littleport? You can see how the whole replacement bus service thing is a bit weird.
The reason why I missed the 18:14 train is because I walked from my office to Kings Cross, about a 30 minute walk. I did this because Covent Garden Station was crowded with people trying to get in, so I decided to walk to Holborn where the crowds were even worse, literally spilling out onto a busy road. It’s quite a nice change to walk in London, you do get a greater feel for the city and its myriad of wonderfully different people. So I felt quite good until I found out that the train was terminating at Ely. Along with Stevenage and King’s Lynn, Ely is the third train station in 2 days that I’ve been to despite not wanting to. Let’s see if I manage any more this week…
Tuesday 5 July 2011
The effects of sleep deprivation
I’m tired. I’m always tired. Last night I didn’t get home at 20:15 as predicted, I actually got home at 21:00. 3 hours and 45 minutes after leaving my office (too tired to bother claiming compensation from First Capital Connect). After the fun of changing at Stevenage and deciding to write about it, I completely missed my station stop at Downham Market and ended up in King’s Lynn.
To my defence there was no announcement at Downham Market (many unnecessary announcements and a lack of necessary announcements are a feature of First Capital Connect trains – more on that another time), the first I knew that I’d missed my stop was the announcement ‘this train terminates here - all change please’. I looked out at the unfamiliar surroundings, confused as to where I was. I was at King’s Lynn train station and the next train back wasn’t for another half an hour.
I’ve never been so tired as to miss my stop before; even on boozy nights out in the capital I’ve still managed to get on the last train and get off at the correct stop. I think it’s the long-term effect of lack of sleep for the last 11 months (incredibly I’ve been doing an effective 60 plus hour week for nearly a year). I’ve needed great determination, stamina and endurance to get through it all but I’ve started to wonder how long I can do it for.
There are of course those who regularly travel for 4 or even more hours a day, getting to and from work in the capital. They have done it for years and it’s easy to spot them on the train as they are usually asleep. The first time I did this commute I prepared myself as well as I could and bought a newspaper and a bottle of water to have on the train. Between sipping my water and reading my paper I looked around and saw dozens of my fellow commuters asleep. Why sleep on a train I thought at the time. Sleeping is of course a very private thing to do, so to share this moment with dozens of strangers is a bit odd. When I got up the next day for day 2 of London commuting I soon knew why – because you’re so tired.
I’ve since tried sleeping on a train – I managed it quite early on, perhaps into my second or third week of commuting. I got about 30 minutes I think and certainly felt the benefit of it when I got to work. I tried again another day soon after and dropped into a peaceful sleep when I was woken up by a fat businessman shouting into a mobile phone (there are quite a lot of those on First Capital Connect trains). ‘Jake! Jake! Can you hear me?!’ Shocked by the sudden and urgent tone of his voice I woke up, only to discover that sitting opposite me, it was a fat businessman shouting into a mobile phone.
I haven’t slept properly on a train since. I ‘chill’ by shutting my eyes, leaning the side of my head against the window and listening to a podcast or 2. But I haven’t managed to properly sleep since the fat businessman woke me up by shouting (literally) into his phone.
It’s a shame as I could certainly do with all the sleep I can get. Other than missing my stop I have also made a few sleep deprived errors lately. Recently McDonald’s ran a TV advert that depicted sleepy customers making sleep deprived errors and then going for a McDonald’s at 6 in the morning. It’s quite a good advert but it has one major flaw – if the customers are so tired then surely they’d rather spend an extra half an hour or so asleep in bed rather than go to McDonald’s? That’s what I’d do anyway. I minimise my time in the morning by doing as much as possible the night before (showering, ironing etc.), this gives me a precious few more minutes asleep. In the advert tired people are depicted putting milk into the washing machine, pushing on a pull door and wearing odd shoes – I’ve done most of these things recently.
This morning I neglected to do all the buttons up on my shirt, thankfully I soon noticed when I got on the train. I regularly put my belt on the wrong way round, and on a recent dress down Friday I had put my t-shirt on inside out. I’ve forgotten the keys to my desk drawer, have left my homemade sandwiches (I rarely make sandwiches at home now – it’s too time consuming) in the fridge and like the customer in the McDonald’s advert have pushed on the pull door that leads to my office. However, up until I missed my stop on the way home yesterday, my worst sleep deprived error was wearing odd shoes.
The McDonald’s advert finishes with a young woman wearing odd shoes – as if that’s the most ridiculous thing you could do when you’re tired. Well I managed it one morning recently and I didn’t notice until I was getting off the train. I looked down at my feet and noticed 2 black shoes – so far, so good – but then I noticed that each one had a different pattern on top. I had recently bought a new pair of black shoes, very similar to my last, and was wearing a new one on my right foot and an old one on my left foot. Hopefully nobody noticed as they did look similar. It didn’t stop me feeling rather stupid all day.
It’s quite funny really how lack of sleep causes you to make strange decisions. Thankfully I spend my day sitting on a train and at a desk in in an office, so I can’t do much harm, no matter how tired I may be. It makes me appreciate the skill and stamina of equally, if not more, sleep deprived people like surgeons and heavy machinery operators. For them if they make a sleep deprived mistake then it’s a matter of life and death, luckily for me it’s not.
To my defence there was no announcement at Downham Market (many unnecessary announcements and a lack of necessary announcements are a feature of First Capital Connect trains – more on that another time), the first I knew that I’d missed my stop was the announcement ‘this train terminates here - all change please’. I looked out at the unfamiliar surroundings, confused as to where I was. I was at King’s Lynn train station and the next train back wasn’t for another half an hour.
I’ve never been so tired as to miss my stop before; even on boozy nights out in the capital I’ve still managed to get on the last train and get off at the correct stop. I think it’s the long-term effect of lack of sleep for the last 11 months (incredibly I’ve been doing an effective 60 plus hour week for nearly a year). I’ve needed great determination, stamina and endurance to get through it all but I’ve started to wonder how long I can do it for.
There are of course those who regularly travel for 4 or even more hours a day, getting to and from work in the capital. They have done it for years and it’s easy to spot them on the train as they are usually asleep. The first time I did this commute I prepared myself as well as I could and bought a newspaper and a bottle of water to have on the train. Between sipping my water and reading my paper I looked around and saw dozens of my fellow commuters asleep. Why sleep on a train I thought at the time. Sleeping is of course a very private thing to do, so to share this moment with dozens of strangers is a bit odd. When I got up the next day for day 2 of London commuting I soon knew why – because you’re so tired.
I’ve since tried sleeping on a train – I managed it quite early on, perhaps into my second or third week of commuting. I got about 30 minutes I think and certainly felt the benefit of it when I got to work. I tried again another day soon after and dropped into a peaceful sleep when I was woken up by a fat businessman shouting into a mobile phone (there are quite a lot of those on First Capital Connect trains). ‘Jake! Jake! Can you hear me?!’ Shocked by the sudden and urgent tone of his voice I woke up, only to discover that sitting opposite me, it was a fat businessman shouting into a mobile phone.
I haven’t slept properly on a train since. I ‘chill’ by shutting my eyes, leaning the side of my head against the window and listening to a podcast or 2. But I haven’t managed to properly sleep since the fat businessman woke me up by shouting (literally) into his phone.
It’s a shame as I could certainly do with all the sleep I can get. Other than missing my stop I have also made a few sleep deprived errors lately. Recently McDonald’s ran a TV advert that depicted sleepy customers making sleep deprived errors and then going for a McDonald’s at 6 in the morning. It’s quite a good advert but it has one major flaw – if the customers are so tired then surely they’d rather spend an extra half an hour or so asleep in bed rather than go to McDonald’s? That’s what I’d do anyway. I minimise my time in the morning by doing as much as possible the night before (showering, ironing etc.), this gives me a precious few more minutes asleep. In the advert tired people are depicted putting milk into the washing machine, pushing on a pull door and wearing odd shoes – I’ve done most of these things recently.
This morning I neglected to do all the buttons up on my shirt, thankfully I soon noticed when I got on the train. I regularly put my belt on the wrong way round, and on a recent dress down Friday I had put my t-shirt on inside out. I’ve forgotten the keys to my desk drawer, have left my homemade sandwiches (I rarely make sandwiches at home now – it’s too time consuming) in the fridge and like the customer in the McDonald’s advert have pushed on the pull door that leads to my office. However, up until I missed my stop on the way home yesterday, my worst sleep deprived error was wearing odd shoes.
The McDonald’s advert finishes with a young woman wearing odd shoes – as if that’s the most ridiculous thing you could do when you’re tired. Well I managed it one morning recently and I didn’t notice until I was getting off the train. I looked down at my feet and noticed 2 black shoes – so far, so good – but then I noticed that each one had a different pattern on top. I had recently bought a new pair of black shoes, very similar to my last, and was wearing a new one on my right foot and an old one on my left foot. Hopefully nobody noticed as they did look similar. It didn’t stop me feeling rather stupid all day.
It’s quite funny really how lack of sleep causes you to make strange decisions. Thankfully I spend my day sitting on a train and at a desk in in an office, so I can’t do much harm, no matter how tired I may be. It makes me appreciate the skill and stamina of equally, if not more, sleep deprived people like surgeons and heavy machinery operators. For them if they make a sleep deprived mistake then it’s a matter of life and death, luckily for me it’s not.
Monday 4 July 2011
Train Failure
I'm sitting on a train, waiting to creak into Stevenage train station. But I don’t want to go to Stevenage; neither does anyone on this train. The train has a fault apparently. I say apparently because it can clearly still move – to Stevenage train station anyway, but not to my, nor my few hundred other commuter’s destination.
I want to go to Downham Market, to do so I and a few hundred other frustrated passengers will need to cram onto a train from Stevenage to Royston, then another from Royston to Cambridge. At Cambridge about 90% of this train (the lucky ones) will get off, and I and a few dozen others will then board our 4th train that will finally take me to Downham Market.
I’m particularly annoyed because after a day where I got up before 7am, was in the office just after 9am, had a shortened 15-minute lunch so I could be back for a meeting that was subsequently cancelled, and had to manage to find something to do when the systems I use to work with were down all day, I decided to leave work 10 minutes before my allotted time and catch an earlier 17:44 train.
The (second) train has just left Cambridge – thankfully the nightmare scenario of 4 trains home didn’t happen, just the annoying scenario of a 12 carriage train full of hot and tired commuters boarding a 12 carriage train of hot and tired commuters. First Capital Connect had the wisdom of stopping my normal 18:14 train at Stevenage to pick up the 17:44 passengers but unsurprisingly it was standing room only for 40 minutes from Stevenage to Cambridge. I’ve luckily got a seat a Cambridge but this service is so overcrowded that there are dozens still standing after Cambridge – when the train is normally nearly empty.
There was of course the normal fun at Royston when the 12 carriage train from King’s Cross divided into 2 separate services where the rear 4 coaches stop at all subsequent stations to Cambridge and the from 8 coaches go straight to Cambridge before venturing further up the Fen Line. I don’t know how many people use the stopping service from Royston to Cambridge but it can’t be many as most of the commuters on the rear 4 coaches seem to get off at Royston before scrambling up the platform to the front 8 coaches where they squeeze onto an already overcrowded train. This is confusing and chaotic when done with one train full of passengers – imagine what it was like with 2 train’s worth.
It’s now a 19:45 and I’m not yet at Ely. I left my house at 7:00 this morning. I left work at 17:15 and I will likely be home about 3 hours later. I’ll definitely be claiming for this. If you are unlucky enough to use First Capital Connect trains on a regular basis then make sure you claim for any delays at http://www.firstcapitalconnect.co.uk/customer-care/delay-repay . You’ll get about a £7 rail voucher which isn’t much consolation for taking a precious hour out of your day but it’s the best you can get. That is of course if you are bothered enough to do so when you get home, as like me you’ll probably be very tired.
I want to go to Downham Market, to do so I and a few hundred other frustrated passengers will need to cram onto a train from Stevenage to Royston, then another from Royston to Cambridge. At Cambridge about 90% of this train (the lucky ones) will get off, and I and a few dozen others will then board our 4th train that will finally take me to Downham Market.
I’m particularly annoyed because after a day where I got up before 7am, was in the office just after 9am, had a shortened 15-minute lunch so I could be back for a meeting that was subsequently cancelled, and had to manage to find something to do when the systems I use to work with were down all day, I decided to leave work 10 minutes before my allotted time and catch an earlier 17:44 train.
The (second) train has just left Cambridge – thankfully the nightmare scenario of 4 trains home didn’t happen, just the annoying scenario of a 12 carriage train full of hot and tired commuters boarding a 12 carriage train of hot and tired commuters. First Capital Connect had the wisdom of stopping my normal 18:14 train at Stevenage to pick up the 17:44 passengers but unsurprisingly it was standing room only for 40 minutes from Stevenage to Cambridge. I’ve luckily got a seat a Cambridge but this service is so overcrowded that there are dozens still standing after Cambridge – when the train is normally nearly empty.
There was of course the normal fun at Royston when the 12 carriage train from King’s Cross divided into 2 separate services where the rear 4 coaches stop at all subsequent stations to Cambridge and the from 8 coaches go straight to Cambridge before venturing further up the Fen Line. I don’t know how many people use the stopping service from Royston to Cambridge but it can’t be many as most of the commuters on the rear 4 coaches seem to get off at Royston before scrambling up the platform to the front 8 coaches where they squeeze onto an already overcrowded train. This is confusing and chaotic when done with one train full of passengers – imagine what it was like with 2 train’s worth.
It’s now a 19:45 and I’m not yet at Ely. I left my house at 7:00 this morning. I left work at 17:15 and I will likely be home about 3 hours later. I’ll definitely be claiming for this. If you are unlucky enough to use First Capital Connect trains on a regular basis then make sure you claim for any delays at http://www.firstcapitalconnect.co.uk/customer-care/delay-repay . You’ll get about a £7 rail voucher which isn’t much consolation for taking a precious hour out of your day but it’s the best you can get. That is of course if you are bothered enough to do so when you get home, as like me you’ll probably be very tired.
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