I'm currently (future Jen - Currently is one week and a day ago) sitting at the Sydney domestic terminal feeling increasingly frustrated by what should have been a fairly straightforward trip to Melbourne. Not only have 4 phases of the transport journey failed me, I've also had to spend money I don't really have on a company I don't really like (uber).
Phase 1) boarding the train.
I had work this morning. It was only 2 hours, but apparently 2 hours is enough time for the entirety of the shitty trains network to go down. I'd planned to catch the 2:02, which would get me to the airport around 3:30ish - 2 hours before my flight the 2:20 is running 40 mins late, but it's fine because so is the train before it. I didn't know this before I left my house (if I did I would have left 5 minutes earlier). despite running for the train I miss it by 20 seconds.
Phase 2: the connecting train.
The next train runs later than predicted, but it's fine because there are heaps of trains to the airport and I should get there with an hour to spare. When I exit and run to the airport line, there's a small irritated conglomerate of commuters becoming increasingly agitated by the lack of communication from Sydney trains. My connection to the airport probably wont happen. I decide to cut my losses and get as uber.
Phase 3: the Uber.
I'm picked up by a lovely lady called Tammy. She's friendly and interesting, approximately the same age as my mum. We leave central at 4:15. The ride should take 25 mins according to her app. This is fine. Closer than I'd like to cut it, but I'll still make it. We hit Sydney traffic and arrive at 5pm, allowing me a measly 25 minutes to make it through security and board my flight.
Phase 4: the plane.
I'm tired, stressed, but here. I power my way through the bumbling hoards milling around the airport Foodcourt and find my flight lounge. This leads me to my current position, propped up against the window of the airport, phone in hand, surrounded by a couple of hundred defeated passengers. The flight is running 40 minutes late. My flight is running 40 minutes LATE. My FLIGHT is running 40 MINUTES late. MY FLIGHT IS RUNNING 40 MINUTES LATE.
Every method of transport I have taken today has been broken. Doesn't matter if it's private, doesn't matter if it's public. Nothing works, nothing runs on time. All of our infrastructure is falling apart behind and in front of the scenes. Nobody in power gives a shit. All they car about is that the big wigs on top make their $, because then they can continue to drain our resources and live in a gluttonous luxury.
I did all of my parts correctly. I arrived on time, payed my fee, contributed to taxes. I held up my end of the customer corporation contract. It's time they held up theirs.
TWO NOTES FROM FUTURE JEN -
1) I’d like to say my trip got better. It didn’t (you can read about that next week!)
2) This particular outfit is a homage to pink and punk. I made the dress and the bow. The coat and shoes were gifts from my mum. One of my favourite styling techniques is multiple shades of the same colour. It makes everything look unified without looking like a single block of colour.