I hate busy days. Yesterday was nothing short of hectic.

Got phone calls left right and centre from various sources at the two hospitals I broadcast hospital radio to (along with many other great volunteers). One hospital can no longer hear us! Damn! So guess what, straight after I press send on this muggins is off to Hospital to see what the hell is wrong. PatientLine (the company running the pay TV and the radio in the wards) claim its their fault, but they are not sure.

Then its off to that hell hole I call work.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but it is run by a bunch of incompetants, who blindly follow their company edicts and have absolutly no humane input (yes humane, its not a typo). Running a train means that safety is our top priority. We run trains that are too long for our platforms, so guards are increasingly having to move between 2 specific places on the train so that they can operate the technology to open open sections of the train. OBVIOUSLY this means that it is less likely that they can check/sell tickets as safety come first!

Ohhhhhh NO!

Even though our depot has a "history" of safety critical failures (opening too many doors, opening doors on a junction (!!), allowing a driver to try to start a train against a red signal (!!!) ) guards are now being set targets for how much money they should take a day! Like whoop-fecking-do! Lets go and make people think money money money, when really they should be thinking safety safety money.

Then we come to the most important problem facing my local management team to-date. The colour of trousers.....

The company issues us with Navy Blue trousers, they are okay actually, if they were just a little bit bigger around my thunder-thighs. With that in mind, I develop holes very quickly in that general area and go through a pair in around 3 months, have done for the time I have been on the railway. The uniform supplier however, can not keep up, so I am resorted to wearing the same three pairs of trousers that I use for off-duty, on-duty.

So not only are they the wrong colour, which is wrong, but they invariably have the obvious signs of being worn all day, which is also wrong. So now, my uniform is being monitored because I am an "untidy" guard. GO FIGURE! I know some will think I am being melodromatic, but why should I go out and buy a pair of trousers, in a colour which I only would use for work, because they can not be arsed to kick their supplier up the jacksie!

Anyway. Rant Over. Time to find out why this studio is not broadcasting.