In the morning I have a choice of trains. The 8:10 makes its last stop at my station and then runs express into the city. The 8:15 on the other hand starts at my stop (so it is typically there waiting) and runs local into the city, making about 4 extra stops. The problem with the express is that by the time it gets to us it's usually full and you have to crowd in to find a seat. Personally I like to break out the laptop and feel like I'm getting some work done, even if that work is catching up on newsfeeds and posting to the blog :). So I tend to take the 8:15, which is always empty, and get that extra 5-10 minutes to sit down.
Anyway, I get to the station and there's no trains at all. That's not good, since I know I haven't missed it. Lots of people waiting for the 8:10. The status sign is scrolling "The next inbound train will be 10-15 minutes late." That's not cool. The number of people grows.
About 8:20 or so a train rolls in, from the other direction, on the other track. This would be odd, since it appears to be an outgoing train, unless you know the secret that the local comes directly out from the station. In other words, this is the local train. So, slowly, people figure that this surely must be the inbound train and start getting on it. Maybe 3/4 of the people that were waiting start boarding, while the remainder hang out on the platform, either unsure of which direction that train is going or, more likely, just being smarter about it. Cell phones start coming out as people check in with work to say the trains are running late.
Just then we see a train pull up on the other track, going in the right direction. Aha! That's the8:10 express running late, and we've all just boarded the 8:15 local. Then the stampede begins as all of these people who are so uber-important to their jobs run off of this train to stand in line to get onto that train. Most of them never even get off their cellphone. Meanwhile the people who never left the platform are first in line when the train stops. I keep my seat, since I probably would have taken the local anyway.
Then, and this is the best part, the conductor for the express announces that this express is full, and to get back on the local. I love it! I get to watch everybody, still on their cell phones, file back onto my train.
The moral of the story? Don't be in such a fool hurry. You're already 10 minutes late, and you've already checked in at work, is it really that crucial that you save another 3 minutes by fighting for your place on the express instead of sitting down and relaxing?
If you're really and truly in a job where you're going to get in trouble if you don't punch in at exactly 9:00, get a new job. Life's too short to try controlling every minute of your day. You can't do it, so stop trying.
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