The first day back to work after Christmas is always depressing but today was worst than usual. After 11 days off waking up to an alarm with painful. Then I looked out my 21st floor window to a grey, wet London.
As I got to tube I was reminded of the fact that the tube fair has gone up. The thrifty woman that I am I topped up on the 31st to avoid the rise. My monthly travelcard of £123.70 has now become £131.40, which is a 6.2% increase. If that wasn't bad enough it is now equal to over 10% of my salary. That is depressing. I need a travelcard to work, but it just feels as if I work to pay my travel. What is worse is we all know how rubbish the transport is, so what are we paying for? I am paying for 25 minutes of sweaty hell on the Central Line. I am normally standing at the door, praying not to fall down the gap when the doors open at each station. So it is reasonable to complain, right?
As I got to tube I was reminded of the fact that the tube fair has gone up. The thrifty woman that I am I topped up on the 31st to avoid the rise. My monthly travelcard of £123.70 has now become £131.40, which is a 6.2% increase. If that wasn't bad enough it is now equal to over 10% of my salary. That is depressing. I need a travelcard to work, but it just feels as if I work to pay my travel. What is worse is we all know how rubbish the transport is, so what are we paying for? I am paying for 25 minutes of sweaty hell on the Central Line. I am normally standing at the door, praying not to fall down the gap when the doors open at each station. So it is reasonable to complain, right?
The extortionate price made me think of the other options: ride a bike, live in Zone 1, work from home, or marry a TFL worker. One I have tried, one is never gonna happen, one is a possibility and the other is just a dream.
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