Woman at city stop: “A Chinese boy at the back of the tram needs to get to Longview Road in North Balwyn. I think it’s near the end of the line.”
Me: “Okay.” *makes mental note to research Longview Road on phone at terminus*
Chinese boy at end of line: *wanders around stop aimlessly*
Me: “Are you looking for Longview Road?”
Chinese boy: *nods*
Me: *researches Longview Road on phone*
Me: “Longview Road is two stops back. If you jump back on the tram I can take you there. It will be on the right when you get off.”
Chinese boy: *nods*
Chinese boy: *walks down stop and looks at a pole, with clearly no intent to get back on the tram*
Chinese boy: *emphatic grunt of sudden realisation and understanding*
Chinese boy: *gets back on the tram*
Passenger: “Take me to Mmkay Street.”
Passenger: “Is this a (route) 112 (service)?”
Me: “No, it’s a 48.”
Passenger: “Oh. So why does it say 48 on the front (of the tram) then?”
Me: “…well…it is a 48.”
Looks like it might be time for that scheduled service.
Passenger: “Is there something wrong with the air conditioning on this tram? It’s something like five degrees warmer in here than it is outside.”
I get out and gauge the temperature in the passenger area.
Me: “Yikes, you’re right. I’ll ‘reboot’ the tram in a couple stops when we’re out of the way of other traffic. If that doesn’t fix it, I’ll have to try for a replacement tram at the depot. Thank you for letting me know about this.”
Passenger gives me a look of total confusion/disgust/oppression and walks off shaking his head. I try to work out how I could possibly have offended him with that response.
A good while back (like last May), I promised a couple people that I’d write about some of my most respected Android apps. Here comes my first post towards fulfilling that promise.
Tasker is, without question, my favourite app of all time at this stage. It’s a productivity/automation tool to watch for certain circumstances and then respond by performing certain actions. More »
Got a capacitive touch screen (or really, any touch screen) on your phone? Then put a screen protector on it—even if you think that for one reason or another, getting your screen scratched just isn’t possible.
So there we have it: what started out as a mere fantasy when I was four or five years old has actually been realised. I am now a fully qualified tram driver.
I’m going to be unseen and unheard for the next two weeks while I tie up loose ends at my current job. (Work is occupying all of my very little energy reserve at the moment.)
I have a week and a bit off after that between this job and the next, during which I’ll be pretty much free for all.
As of Thursday November 4, I will be driving trams.
My nose and throat are chock full of carbon. I’m not sure whether this is due to some sort of internal combustion in my head triggered by receiving this offer, or because I left a candle alight in my bedroom overnight. I’m hoping it’s the latter.
In other news, my CFS has relapsed. I’m going to be laying low while that sorts itself out.