Some my fault some not my fault but Jesus I donāt think today could have gone worse. Not a particularly interesting story but feel the need to vent into a void.
In Dublin for work today so I book the 7am train. I have been burnt before by Kent station parking so I get the bus when I can. Two buses scheduled would get me there in time for the train so I go to sleep happy that at least one of them would run... right?
I wake up on a snoozed alarm (I presume I hit my watch in my half-sleep stateā¦my fault) so Iām 9mins behind. Tight to make bus one but plenty of time for bus two. Check the app.. bus two cancelled. Silver lining? Bus one is delayed. Quickly get ready. Check the app.. bus one is now cancelled but magically bus two is now back in service⦠but delayed. Itās 14 minutes away⦠8 minutes later and the bus is still 14 minutes away.
I weigh up my lack of faith in the bus system against my lack of faith in Kent station parking and decide the latter is the lesser of two evils. After circling both upper and lower car parking areas (TWICE) I tuck it against the fence which reads āNO PARKING. CLAMPING IN OPERATIONā and pray to God the APCOA Gods take mercy on my soul. 6 minutes to the train. Iām now running through Kent station close to tears for the second time in my life and explaining my parking situation to some poor staff member who likely has no authority over the whole situation but his calm āEra be grandā gave me the peace of mind to get onto the train.
All is well, train pulls up a couple of minutes behind but no worries I have accounted for this. I had a back up bus to get me to the conference on time just in case the train ran late⦠what I DIDNāT account for was the back up bus TO BE CANCELLED. Iām ringing my boss explaining Iām going to be late to a conference we are hosting. Now she is a lovely understanding lady but this only makes me feel worse as she now has to do the work of two people until I arrive.
Luckily the day goes off great after that and we joke that I was getting all the bad luck out before the big event. Getting back to the train station goes smoothly, plenty of time before my train home. Get on the train, all fine. I relax and completely forget about the antics of the morning (maybe too much..) Get back to the train station and suddenly my luck has changed as the bus home pulls up right on time as I leave the station!
I enter the house and (this is where you may have already spotted my error) I realise⦠Iām home... My car isnāt. Itās a laugh or cry situation but I choose both. Now could I have left it there overnight? Maybe. But remember itās parked precariously and APCOA is on that aforementioned list of evils so Iām not taking that chance.
So I treat myself to a taxi back to the train station. Taxi man explains there was traffic on his way in so he is going to try a different route. āYou know bestā I say. We go the unconventional way⦠only to find the car crash that had caused all the traffic. So we turn around and accept our faith of sitting in 10+ minutes of traffic. Taxi man could not have been nicer and genuinely made the whole situation lighter as we had plenty of time to chat. We finally get to the station after discussing all eventualities of whether I was clamped or not. For the sake of the story it would be funny if I got clamped but thankfully I found my car fully in tact but now sticking out like a sore thumb as all the other chancers had removed their dodgily parked cars.
Days like today make me thankful I work from home 99.999% of the time.