Part 2: Along The Rails

My usual day, A short story..
Part 2: Along The Rails

By now I have departed from the ever so crowded bus, and are on my way to the station..

I get off the bus at the QVB and start walking towards Town Hall Station..

Now, the bus doesn't drop us off right at the QVB, so there is a small walk..
This walk often ensues the shoving and dodging of random people..
When you are pissed off, just force your shoulder into their chest or gut, that helps relieve some anger and stress, and also ensures you get the right of way through the crowd! Haha..

Upon heading down the stairs of the QVB to get on the same floor as the station, The crowd gets bigger and more badass..

More people taking up the whole corridor, the direction I'm going usually only has a few people, where as there are huge huge crowds heading towards me..
I tend to retreat to the far left along the shops because there is usually a path, but I also still have to barge people who just don't seem to like to leave space for people..
Those people tend to get more of a barging from me as I travel fast and defensive..

Waiting for the train usually isn't a long task, most of the time its 2 minutes wait.. Other times 5-10 minutes..
The longest I've had to wait is about 25 minutes.. Such a pain in the arse because I then have to stay back to make up that time!
All because some tool either fell/jumped on the tracks down the line, or because someone was sick or the train is just generally late and not on time..
Which tends to be the usual case for Sydney transport..

As you stand there, in your own little world..
Totally zoned and content..
You are, without fail, always awaken by the good ol friendly voice over the intercom system..
"The next train to arrive on Platform 5 goes to Bondi Junction. First stop Martin Place......"

Everyone who gets a train in Sydney knows that voice..
And the same lovely
"Stand clear, Doors closing.."

My train is usually empty on the way there, so I always get a seat..
Just lounge out, read my book, listen to my music, look at the strange people sharing the carriage, staring blankly out the window trying to see if I can spot anything new..
It is relaxing, nice and I am content..

By the time it reaches Edgecliff I'm always really tired and want to sleep..
I can be totally fine before and after, It is always Edgecliff that makes me tired..

Some days I wish I jumped on the train on the adjacent Platform, Platform 6..
It goes to Campbelltown, I just want to head there sometimes..
Just escape and get away..

Often staring out the window, I wish I could just be out there..
Doing my own thing, having fun, and not heading to work..

Or that I'm on a train heading to friends, where I'm going to go nuts and just be me!
Not be cooped up in an office, behind a screen for 8 hours of my day..
Staring blankly, churning my brain for design inspiration..
Creating things that people love, but I'll never know what everyone thinks of it..

I have just reached Bondi Junction Station and are getting ready to alight from the train..
I'm looking to the people to the left and right of me, in their own worlds..
Thinking the same thing, Mind the gap, which way should I go once off the train, what should I grab to eat..
Just minding their own business, thinking about their day ahead of them, not communicating with anyone else..
Just worried about their own stuff..

We depart, onward we go!
Up the escalators and out the gates..
Into the bright sunny weather, the brightness that is Bondi Junction..
I head towards the traffic lights to cross..
Watching the rich people drive their BMW's and Mercedes extremely fast down the hill..
Looking at the familiar faces that crowd around the crossing..
As they stare at the lights, waiting for their little signal to show that they can "safely" cross the road..

I look to my left, up the hill.
I see another crowd of people, doing the same thing..
I look to my right, under a bridge, a car park. I think
"Should I smash a window and steal a car? They'll never catch me!"
Then I remember I can only go the first step, I have no idea how to hotwire..
So that goes back into my brain as a fun little imagination..
I look behind me..
People rushing towards me, to make the lights that just changed..

I cross.
Listening to my music, again in my own world..
Walking down Grafton st. towards my office..
Where I'll be for the next 8 hours..

Up the stairs, press the button I punched and thought I broke a week or two earlier..
I smile and get smiles returned at the girls I see every now and then in the elevator..
Every day, wish I could say something..
Who knows, lunch buddy? new friend? possible partner?

Out of the elevator, smile and wave at Lena on reception..
Into the office, Sit at my desk..

Hi Sarah!

Up next. Part 3: My work.