My Olympics Part 10 – Commuter Chaos

Boys and girls, this one is going to be short and sweet. I considered combining it with another day, but the next day is long, and really needs its own post.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Day number 5 in a row of 9 am volunteer shifts. No breakfast photos. I’m sure it was cereal and juice. You know how it goes.

I may have been working inside or outside this day. I seriously have minimal recollection of what went down. That’s what happens when you work 5 days in a row. I’m leaning towards outside though, because I had about equal shifts indoors and out.

I don’t even have lunch photos to share. But let’s be honest – it was soup and a sandwich. And neither would have been anything to write home about.

I do have a few photos and a story to share though. My shift ended at the normal time of 4:30 ish, and I made my way to the train station. I walk all the way along the seawall, and across to the street, only to be told the front entrance to the station is closed, and I’ll have to go all the way back to where I came from, go around the corner, and use the alternate entrance. I’m cranky and tired, and not impressed. I get around the corner, and the line up to get to the station is miles long. I say “F that” and decide to power walk downtown to the Waterfront station.

I wade through the weekend crowds, getting crankier by the minute as all I want to do is go home and put my feet up for the evening. As I approach the station, I see line ups.


Fortunately, this is for one of the other trains, so I make my way into the station. OMG. Complete commuter gridlock (sorry, all my pics were blurry).


I make my way into the crowd, and then just stand there. We hardly move. People are trying to get off the trains and come up the stairs into this mess, we are trying to get down the stairs and onto the trains. People are eating smelly hotdogs around me, making me nauseous. The noise level is insane. I call home, mostly out of frustration that I may not get home that evening. My dad calls me back and suggests I find a bus. I manoeuvre my way out of the station and into the fresh evening air, finally finding a bus that will take me in the general direction I want to go, and call my parents to pick me up somewhere along the route.

In the end, I made it home, a little worse for wear. The 10 days of sightseeing and volunteering was starting to catch up with me. I was too cranky to even think about photographing whatever I ate for dinner. I probably spend the evening with my feet soaking in epsom salts and resting on the couch. Because…as you guessed it – I had another volunteer shift the next day.

Stay tuned to see if I got over my foul mood or not 😉


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3 Comments on “My Olympics Part 10 – Commuter Chaos”

  1. March 9, 2010 at 12:45 pm #

    Reading your twitter comments over there makes me think it’s cold out in BC! For once we have gorgeous weather…like +10. Sorry to rub it in. 😉

    Hope your last day of volunteering was a success!

  2. March 9, 2010 at 1:13 pm #

    I think that would be the one downside of being in the town that is hosting the Olympics – I hate crowds!! That looks like a nightmare!

  3. March 9, 2010 at 9:38 pm #

    Yeah, Saturday was about the time I began to hate people. It was really bad because I’d be out with my friends and start to just snap at them about stupid shit because the crowds were stressing me out.

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