Thursday, August 17, 2006
SBS
= Super Bad Service
Due to
Sloppy, Broken-down Schedules
I am super bus – I mean, pissed – with SBS Transit.
This afternoon I am at Mr Tan Chan Boon’s house in Bishan to deliver the typed score for his First String Quartet. Four-thirty I leave the house to take no. 52 to Sunset Way, where I will then change to 151 to get to the heart of NUS. I should be in time for my lecture which begins at 6pm. I may even arrive slightly earlier so that I may grab my German textbook before class.
4:30pm : I leave the house
4:45pm: I am at the bus-stop where 52 bypasses
5:15pm: No sign of 52 AT ALL! Other services – 88, 54, 13 et cetera have gone by me countless times! NO 52 AT ALL! Fed up with waiting (and almost running late) I hop on to 88, headed for Ang Mo Kio MRT Station.
5:30pm: The train passes Khatib. I’ll be terribly late if I wait for the train to bring me on a joyride around Woodlands to Jurong East, where I intend to take a cab. I get off at Khatib instead and hail a cab.
6:00pm: The cab arrives at NUS. The fare costs $17.00. BLOODY SEVENTEEN BUCKS.
And I am slightly late for class.
I HAVE TO PAY SEVENTEEN BUCKS JUST BECAUSE THE STUPID BUS DIDN’T COME.
* * *
I’m sure I found the classroom for my German lecture.
I enter the classroom – and here is this guy talking in German to everybody.
I think this is some higher-level German class – maybe I’ll just sit in and wait for the lecturer to finish. I believe this guy teaching is my lecturer because he is supposed to be a GUY and an Asian, according to the website.
Ten minutes past seven. No signs of stopping. I begin to worry I’m in the wrong class. I feel like getting up and leaving… No… I decide to stay… too embarrassing to walk out now… the class will think I’m nuts… come in to the classroom, sit there speechless for 15 minutes, then suddenly walk out after apologising profusely for being in the wrong class.
I look at the teacher’s table (I am sitting close there). Notes on administrative matters. This has to be my class I think.
Finally the teacher speaks in English. *Whew* I am in the right class after all.
¶ 8/17/2006 11:18:00 pm = Super Bad Service
Due to
Sloppy, Broken-down Schedules
I am super bus – I mean, pissed – with SBS Transit.
This afternoon I am at Mr Tan Chan Boon’s house in Bishan to deliver the typed score for his First String Quartet. Four-thirty I leave the house to take no. 52 to Sunset Way, where I will then change to 151 to get to the heart of NUS. I should be in time for my lecture which begins at 6pm. I may even arrive slightly earlier so that I may grab my German textbook before class.
4:30pm : I leave the house
4:45pm: I am at the bus-stop where 52 bypasses
5:15pm: No sign of 52 AT ALL! Other services – 88, 54, 13 et cetera have gone by me countless times! NO 52 AT ALL! Fed up with waiting (and almost running late) I hop on to 88, headed for Ang Mo Kio MRT Station.
5:30pm: The train passes Khatib. I’ll be terribly late if I wait for the train to bring me on a joyride around Woodlands to Jurong East, where I intend to take a cab. I get off at Khatib instead and hail a cab.
6:00pm: The cab arrives at NUS. The fare costs $17.00. BLOODY SEVENTEEN BUCKS.
And I am slightly late for class.
I HAVE TO PAY SEVENTEEN BUCKS JUST BECAUSE THE STUPID BUS DIDN’T COME.
* * *
I’m sure I found the classroom for my German lecture.
I enter the classroom – and here is this guy talking in German to everybody.
I think this is some higher-level German class – maybe I’ll just sit in and wait for the lecturer to finish. I believe this guy teaching is my lecturer because he is supposed to be a GUY and an Asian, according to the website.
Ten minutes past seven. No signs of stopping. I begin to worry I’m in the wrong class. I feel like getting up and leaving… No… I decide to stay… too embarrassing to walk out now… the class will think I’m nuts… come in to the classroom, sit there speechless for 15 minutes, then suddenly walk out after apologising profusely for being in the wrong class.
I look at the teacher’s table (I am sitting close there). Notes on administrative matters. This has to be my class I think.
Finally the teacher speaks in English. *Whew* I am in the right class after all.
