February 25, 2003
Shuttle Driver
I think that the shuttle driver has it in for me (or is it out for me? I can never remember.). Each day after work, I take a company-sponsored shuttle from my office to the train station. Recently my schedule changed a bit, requiring that I take a later shuttle and different train. The timing to make this plan work is very limiting and provides minimal time between the shuttle and train (less than a minute).
For the first few weeks I was able to make this transition smoothly. My arrival at the station provided enough time to run through the other commuters, down the steps and proceed down the platform to the second to last car where I ride home. But something happened a week or so ago.
I must have offended him, because instead of arriving at 5:13:30, we are not arriving at 5:14:07. Previously this would not have been a problem, but since I have to get home in order to get back out to the bookstore many nights, time is of the essence. I realize that along with the normal Boston traffic heading through the busiest part of town, we also have been having some horrid weather. There is still enough snow on the sides of the street to restrict traffic significantly.
All that said, I think the delays are the result of the driver hating my guts. I am sure of it.