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Travelling with a plan

One side effect of changing job locations is that I’ve switched from buying a monthly Metropass to relying on tokens for whenever I want to use the subway. In the end it’s just more cost-effective that way. While it saves me money, it also means that I don’t have as much freedom when it comes to travelling the system. I can’t just travel at will without spending tokens unnecessarily. No, I have to be more efficient. I guess in truth I can spend more tokens, but I have to consider that each one is worth about $2.50. I guess that sort of makes me a little bit of a tight wad. Doesn’t it? For short trips, I’m quite willing to walk it out.

Hey, so if money wasn’t an issue, I probably would still get a Metropass–really out of convenience. I wouldn’t have to worry about carrying tokens around. I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a supply on hand. Ah, but of course, money doesn’t flow freely. As such, I have to continue being smart about travelling.

Getting on a shuttle bus

So, after our improv class a bunch of us headed to the bar down the street to just de-stress. The class today was pretty hardcore with a large amount of truly laugh out loud moments. I swear, there were moments when I felt like I was going to burst because I was just laughing so hard. Anyway, as we were having our drinks we made note of the large amount of emergency vehicles with sirens and flashing lights passing by the bar. One of us made a comment about something happening close by. After a bit of silence we just went back to our conversations. It wasn’t until well after that I finally saw what all the fuss was about.

From the bar I went to the subway station to head home. As I turned the corner toward the station I saw the long lineup of those emergency vehicles that went by the bar earlier. As I came closer I saw a bunch of police officers standing at the entrance. A couple of other people were looking to get in, but the one police officer seemed to just motion to us to just go around the side. OK, well usually that’s a fine, but I guess we didn’t have a choice. I walked to the bus area, and none of the automatic doors were functioning. I went to the next door to look in and a whole bunch of construction workers and police officers were milling about inside, heading down to track level. I figured that the place was down for investigation so I decided to walk to the next station to the east. About a kilometre later I arrived at an empty station. I walked in, took out my pass, and just before I swiped it the collector in the booth tapped the glass telling me that there was no subway service. Damn! The ruckus at Broadview caused a big chunk of the line to not have anything going. The collector was at least nice enough to tell me that there were shuttle buses running to take us from station to station.

So, I went back to the street and and started waiting for the bus. After a few minutes of waiting, I decided to just walk farther east before taking a but. As I walked, a few shuttle buses passed by crammed with people trying to get home. It really was that kind of night. I did manage to get on a bus, and when I finally got to a point where we could go back underground, the whole bus load of people sort of rushed to the eastbound platform. The informational sign above stated that full service had resumed. Damn! So, if I had just been patient, I could have skipped the walking and the cramped bus. Then again, who could say when the problems would clear up? No matter. Anyway, kudos to transit for getting shuttle buses up and running in a fast manner, but…yeah…

Revisiting subway etiquette

Erin from Down the Rabbit Hole recently wrote an entry about a subway etiquette crisis she had on the TTC regarding a woman who got a little bit too close for comfort. Well, such events are a fact of life when it comes to public transit. It’s just the nature of the beast, no? When people of all types come together in a defined space, over time you’ll have an encounter with someone that just doesn’t have a sense of respect for someone else’s personal space. What can you do? Still, I really don’t mind riding public transit. I’m not someone that buys into the thinking that public transit is only for those who can’t afford to drive. Bullshit. Depending on where you’re going, it’s often the easier way to get there, wherever “there” is. I think I stated a while ago that public transit tends to be of a status equalizer of sorts.

Anyway, Erin asked if there were any unspoken rules about riding transit that we had. After a bit of thought, I realized that I’ve written many times on this blog about less-than-ideal behaviour that I’ve seen. So far, I’d like to think that I haven’t contributed to the problem myself, but who knows, right? In any case, I figure that I should have a small roundup of related posts here.

Do not pass gas on a crowded car.
http://www.garneteye.com/impact/2008/01/psa-etiquette-on-a-streetcar

Do not abuse profanity. Too much is like being punched in the ear.
http://www.garneteye.com/impact/2008/01/onslaught-of-profanity

Watch your knees; do not let your newspaper enter someone’s personal space.
http://www.garneteye.com/impact/2007/02/viking-sword-gaze

Do not butt in and assume stuff about people’s family status
http://www.garneteye.com/impact/2005/08/you-can-think-of-me-as-poop

Subway mechanical difficulties

Yeah, not too happy with the TTC right now. I understand that from time to time there will be mechanical difficulties with subway trains. All the same, that fact doesn’t invalidate the frustration I have at the moment.

So, I left work a little past 5 to be able to make it to my Running Room Clinic by 7. The streetcar came and took me to the Bloor-Danforth subway line. No issues thus far. As I walked on the eastbound platform, I noticed that a lot of people were looking at the info screen. I looked up and read a notice saying that shuttle buses were currently being run between 3 or 4 subway stations right in the core of the system. As I looked to the end of the platform I saw a train waiting in the tunnel, but it wasn’t moving. In a split decision I ran over to the Yonge-University-Spadina line to try looping around. After hiking the distance I came to the realization that the route would have been horribly inefficient. So, I headed back to the other line to see if I could find more information. As I got back to the platform I saw the previously idle train start coming in. Nice.

If that was the only problem, then I would have been fine. However, that’s not where it ended. About midway to my destination, the train stopped at Pape station. It was taking longer than usual there but no one thought much of it thinking that maybe the delay was just due to a driver exchange or something. Another 5 minutes later there was an announcement that the train was having some mechanical issues and that crew was already dispatched and would arrive shortly. Fine. I could deal with that. So could the majority of people waiting on the packed train. After more minutes of waiting, an announcement was made at the platform level that shuttle buses were being run from a couple of stations west and east of where I was at. It figures that I’d be right in the middle. From the train itself I didn’t hear the announcement clearly. I had to take out my earbuds and strain hard to get the message being pumped elsewhere.

Now, when I think of shuttle buses I always think of the horror stories I often see on the news whenever there’s an issue with the subways. The shuttle buses are inevitably full with many irate people waiting out the cold trying to jockey for position. And usually, by the time you get on one the trains are usually working again making the whole process pointless. I’m quite sure that most people on the train felt the same way about shuttle buses because just about everyone that was sitting down remained seated. We were all willing to wait out the problem. Thing is, half an hour after arriving at the station with only one or two announcements keeping us informed, there was an announcement telling us that the train was now out of service and that we all had to get off. There was another train right behind, but it already had its own load of people, so we all had to cram in there.

In the end, I got back to my car about an hour later than when I wanted. It was late enough to make the commute up to the Running Room pointless. So, I missed my scheduled 6K run today. Yeah, I’m not happy about that. I guess, all I can say is that these things happen from time to time. I can’t hold it against the commission (as much as I want to) because it’s not like the driver wanted to delay us for that long period. Perhaps a little more information could have been disseminated to us, you know? Well, tomorrow is another day, and I’m sure the commute will be uneventful. That’s really how it should be, right?

A difference of a ’1′

I was running late this morning so I was trying to figure out the fastest way to get downtown. I decided to try to catch the 39 Express to the subway station. I saw the 39E rounding the corner and got on. The first thing I noticed was that the bus was shabbier than usual. The 39 is a heavily used route so all of the buses are all new, accessible and low-floored. This bus? Kinda crusty. As the bus went along I saw another 39E speeding alongside. After a certain point our bus was supposed to only pick up people at the major roads. That wasn’t happening. The ride was slow. The announcement system was announcing all stops. I blamed the driver for not entering the correct route for the system. After a while, I noticed that the bus was pretty empty. Something just didn’t seem right. It wasn’t until the bus actually got on the on-ramp to the DVP that I realized that I’d gotten on the wrong bus. Instead of being on the 39E, I had gotten on the 139E. Shit!

So that set me back about 15 minutes. When I got off the subway I tried running for the office knowing that I had a meeting coming up. Even though I’ve run downtown in my everyday shoes in the past, they’re completely not suited for running. I started getting horrible ankle pain and was reduced to a fast walk.

Aw, it’s all good, man. Mistakes happen. However still, couldn’t they have differentiated 39E and 139E more? The 139E isn’t exactly “express” at all. Ugh. I suppose as much as the route numbering is ridiculous, I’m more annoyed that my long commute was made worse by a case of misreading–something which could have been easily avoided. All this because of a difference of a ’1′? Stupid.

Why I commute the way I do

Well, I dropped off my car at the mechanic that specializes in electrical problems. Hopefully he can determine the exact issue. I’ve allowed him to have my car overnight, just so he can see for himself just how bad the issue is.

Hint: it’s pretty damn awful.

So, well, since I had to leave the car I had to take transit all the way into the downtown core. I usually cut out part of the trip by transit by driving to a subway station. Today I took the 39E Finch East bus to the station. This is one of the busiest bus routes in the system. No kidding. When I got on it was already packed. With a large steeped tea in hand I was struggling to find something to grab onto. The driver seemed to be fond of accelerating and slowing down unreasonably. Or maybe the close quarters were just amplifying every single bump in the road for me. The density of human bodies raised the temperature and triggered sweating for me. It was like that until we got to one of the high schools where a good chunk of riders got off.

All in all, I got to work about 20 minutes later than I would have if I drove part of the way in. I really don’t think it’s that bad. Or…perhaps I’ve just gotten used to having ridiculously long commutes despite being within the city boundaries. Seriously. Commuting in from the far reaches of Scarborough is a very time-consuming task. It takes the same amount of time for me to drive out west to where I used to go to university, and that was some ways out.

I think my bus experience this morning underlines for me why I drive in to the subway stations. I don’t mind subways or streetcars because they have a high(er) capacity. On a good day I can enjoy the ride in peace with a sense of my personal space still being respected. And the ride is usually fairly smooth because of the movement being guided by tracks. Makes sense, right? With buses, they’re usually packed and very much a stop/go/stop/go affair. There are more factors contributing to the speed of a bus trip, such as traffic and embarking/disembarking. All in all, even though I have to spend money on gas, I don’t mind doing so because it gives me an opportunity to bypass the bus. I guess I’m lucky in that I have the luxury of having that option.

Transit city, tolerant city

I’m thinking that I might have underestimated the Torontonian public. To get to my shift today I had to take the bus, RT, subway and streetcar–one of each, eh? I was half-expecting some sort of half-assed hostility toward the union employees given the disturbance over the weekend. I observed the people though and everyone was well-behaved. I didn’t see a single person cussing out an employee. Instead, to every driver and ticket collector I came across I saw public giving polite nods and greetings. It’s all well and good for sure–don’t get me wrong; however, I’m kind of surprised. It’s not that I have little faith that people here can be polite. It’s just that over the news broadcasts and what not it seemed like most of the people voicing opinions were rather blinded by rage. I can’t say that they’re wrong to feel so angry either. I just expected those sentiments to carry over into today. I suppose it did help having the Premier and Mayor publicly ask people to behave and be polite. I’m sure there are still some isolated incidents here and there that will happen, or have already happened. Regardless, I’m still impressed with the city.

Drained of good will

It’s that time of season again. Two weeks prior to M-day and we’re going to be in full monitoring mode starting Monday. Twenty-four hour doesn’t start until one week before, but we still have evening shifts to deal with until then. I have six shifts: five in the evening and one midnight shift–I have none during normal daytime hours. So, once again my sleeping patterns are going to be thrown all over the place making me a little bit nutty over the next little while. At the very least, I’m going to be given cab rides back home during the late hours, but getting to work looks a little bit sketchy especially with the sudden transit strike.

I didn’t really want to write about the strike, but no matter how long I sit in front of my laptop, that’s the topic that keeps on coming to the forefront. Last weekend, when the threat of the strike was looming in the air, I think there was a good sense of understanding among commuters. I think people were rather polite about the whole affair because there seemed to be something of a bit of mutual respect. The union said that they would at least give 2-days notice so that people could get alternative methods of transportation. The notice was given, and people had time to get things in order. Then, the deadline passed, and negotiations went into overtime. All was well! Crisis averted!

So what the heck is this all about? One to two hours is not enough notice for the public. So many people were stranded and that’s just sad. People had a false sense of security and were simply caught off guard. It’s not like this is a small city–it’s freaking wide! It’s a slap in the face to Torontonians. It was very much a “fuck everyone” move. Any good will that the public had is now all but drained. I was fortunate to not be stranded downtown, but the news is full of candid reports of commuters have to walk for several hours to just get home. I can’t imagine how long it would take me to get back home from downtown just by walking. Sure, I can afford to take a cab, but what of those who just can’t afford to do so?

Well, now that we’re all in this situation, I can’t imagine that this is going to get a lot better before it gets worse. If the union is legislated back to work, the workers are gong to get harangued by commuters. Not everyone is going to be understanding–it’s going to get ugly. I don’t know. What a mess. In my case, by the time my late shifts come around I think transit will be running again. The union people aren’t seeking my respect–and so who cares–all they’re going to get from me for the next little while is the stink-eye.

That just makes me sad.

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