graaaaaggggrrrrggggllllaaarggh!
Oct. 27th, 2007 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepper1) The problem with getting hit by a car nearly three years ago is that you immediately have this perspective check when you want to declare the current or the previous day the Worst Day Ever.
2) Greyhound Bus Lines can die in a fucking fire.
So yesterday I was supposed to go to Albany to back up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluewindkitsune at a party. Mistake number 1 was looking up Greyhound's bus schedule to get there instead of Peter Pan's... the only bus they had listed routed through Worcester, which is an hour or so in the wrong direction, but fine. Whatever. I buy the ticket, barely make the bus yesterday get about 2/3rds of the way through Man of the Year (which was both surprisingly good on it's own merits and boggling in the context of the rare decent movie shown on a bus) get off in Worcester at 6:15...
And I don't leave Worcester until 12:35. Oh and I never got to Albany.
So the bus I was supposed to be on was supposed to leave Worcester at 6:20 and arrive at 9:45... yeah. At 6:40 I go to the ticket office to see what the hell is going on only to be told that my bus isn't coming. It departed from Boston with no seats left and told to go straight through, and I'd have to wait for the 9:45. So after calling a few 800 numbers and yelling at people I settle down and wait for the 9:45. Fast forward to 10:15, and I give up and tellmorlock to drive out and rescue my ass. The 9:45 shows up at sometime after 12, but by that point I'd had it, I was cold, I hadn't eaten since lunch, really, I wouldn't get to where I was going until about 4am, and I wanted to go home and cry. Which I pretty much did after thawing out from the bone chill I'd picked up waiting, since they kicked everyone out of the station at 11, and not expecting to have to wait around outside for an hour and a half, I'd neglected to bring a coat with me.
I am so fucking angry right now. Not so much even on my own behalf, even though this has totally boned my weekend plans, especially since due to shit beyond my control I've also let downbluewindkitsune, who was counting on me showing up. But according to the ticket agent and the security guard that work Worcester's Union Station, this isn't a freak occurance. According to them, Greyhound routinely bypasses its scheduled stop at Worcester with no warning and no checking to see if seats were sold. And if it happens here, that of course implies that this shit happens all the fuck over the country, and on top of that their customer service sucks balls.
Of course the greater implications of this also fucking incenses me. I hate that this country has no functional public transportation infrastructure because it would rather hump the auto and airline industries up the tailpipes without using condoms and like it. Damn it we HAD a thriving railroad system, you can see the abandoned but still somehow majestic stations standing next to rarely used and/or rusting track all over the fucking country. And now you can't fucking guarantee that you can't get from point a to point b on schedule? I mean, I understand getting there late, but not at all? For no good reason? Fuck you.
I pull out the Browne Fury about once every five years, cause honestly, as some of you have seen on the national level, my siblings are better at it. But when that customer assistance line opens on Monday, someone at Greyhound, perhaps several someones, is going to have their ears burnt. And I want the direct line to Boston's dispatch so I can yell at them personally as well. There is no call to screw me out of my weekend just because you can, but the fact that this is regular practice? Hell no. Yesterday may not have been the worst night of my life, but it ran a pretty close second, and I fully intend on sharing that misery. What happened was beyond unacceptable, and if I call up on Monday and the answer I get is not "Why yes, of course you can have your $64 back, Ms. Browne," with an sincere, not scripted, apology and a complimentary ass kissing for my trouble, there will be hell and stabbings with sporks and repeated less politely worded requests for Greyhound to service me orally, for all the good it will probably do me, but it will make me feel marginally better in the face of such bald infuckingcompetance. I'll let people know how that goes. Right now, I've gotta shower, eat and still later I have get my ass to Albany. On Peter Fucking Pan. They at least know how to treat a customer...
2) Greyhound Bus Lines can die in a fucking fire.
So yesterday I was supposed to go to Albany to back up
bluewindkitsune at a party. Mistake number 1 was looking up Greyhound's bus schedule to get there instead of Peter Pan's... the only bus they had listed routed through Worcester, which is an hour or so in the wrong direction, but fine. Whatever. I buy the ticket, barely make the bus yesterday get about 2/3rds of the way through Man of the Year (which was both surprisingly good on it's own merits and boggling in the context of the rare decent movie shown on a bus) get off in Worcester at 6:15...And I don't leave Worcester until 12:35. Oh and I never got to Albany.
So the bus I was supposed to be on was supposed to leave Worcester at 6:20 and arrive at 9:45... yeah. At 6:40 I go to the ticket office to see what the hell is going on only to be told that my bus isn't coming. It departed from Boston with no seats left and told to go straight through, and I'd have to wait for the 9:45. So after calling a few 800 numbers and yelling at people I settle down and wait for the 9:45. Fast forward to 10:15, and I give up and tell
morlock to drive out and rescue my ass. The 9:45 shows up at sometime after 12, but by that point I'd had it, I was cold, I hadn't eaten since lunch, really, I wouldn't get to where I was going until about 4am, and I wanted to go home and cry. Which I pretty much did after thawing out from the bone chill I'd picked up waiting, since they kicked everyone out of the station at 11, and not expecting to have to wait around outside for an hour and a half, I'd neglected to bring a coat with me.I am so fucking angry right now. Not so much even on my own behalf, even though this has totally boned my weekend plans, especially since due to shit beyond my control I've also let down
bluewindkitsune, who was counting on me showing up. But according to the ticket agent and the security guard that work Worcester's Union Station, this isn't a freak occurance. According to them, Greyhound routinely bypasses its scheduled stop at Worcester with no warning and no checking to see if seats were sold. And if it happens here, that of course implies that this shit happens all the fuck over the country, and on top of that their customer service sucks balls.Of course the greater implications of this also fucking incenses me. I hate that this country has no functional public transportation infrastructure because it would rather hump the auto and airline industries up the tailpipes without using condoms and like it. Damn it we HAD a thriving railroad system, you can see the abandoned but still somehow majestic stations standing next to rarely used and/or rusting track all over the fucking country. And now you can't fucking guarantee that you can't get from point a to point b on schedule? I mean, I understand getting there late, but not at all? For no good reason? Fuck you.
I pull out the Browne Fury about once every five years, cause honestly, as some of you have seen on the national level, my siblings are better at it. But when that customer assistance line opens on Monday, someone at Greyhound, perhaps several someones, is going to have their ears burnt. And I want the direct line to Boston's dispatch so I can yell at them personally as well. There is no call to screw me out of my weekend just because you can, but the fact that this is regular practice? Hell no. Yesterday may not have been the worst night of my life, but it ran a pretty close second, and I fully intend on sharing that misery. What happened was beyond unacceptable, and if I call up on Monday and the answer I get is not "Why yes, of course you can have your $64 back, Ms. Browne," with an sincere, not scripted, apology and a complimentary ass kissing for my trouble, there will be hell and stabbings with sporks and repeated less politely worded requests for Greyhound to service me orally, for all the good it will probably do me, but it will make me feel marginally better in the face of such bald infuckingcompetance. I'll let people know how that goes. Right now, I've gotta shower, eat and still later I have get my ass to Albany. On Peter Fucking Pan. They at least know how to treat a customer...
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Date: 2007-10-27 05:42 pm (UTC)Sorry you had such a rough night. Please give them hell, that is uncalled for.
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Date: 2007-10-27 07:45 pm (UTC)When I came to visit Nigel, I took a Greyhound bus. I missed my connecting bus by 10 minutes because the bus driver had to stop and take cigarette breaks every two minutes. So I had to wait in Des Moines for eight hours until I caught the next bus...
On the way home, my bus got caught in traffic so we didn't get to the Greyhound station in Des Moines until after the station closed...an hour after my bus left. You'd think they would give us a hotel, seeing as we would be waiting for over six hours...but instead, they had a cab take us to a gas station, and made us wait there until the next bus came (from midnight until 7 a.m.)
They promised my money back, but I never saw a penny of it.
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Date: 2007-10-27 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-29 04:25 pm (UTC)In Texas, there's practically no public transport to speak of...we were built on the idea of having cars.
Or our own individual lone prair-ies or something, but unless you live near a busy area (like downtown, or near UT in Austin), it's kinda sparse. We've got the best public transport in Texas, but that ain't sayin' a lot.
Greyhound sucks gangrenous donkey balls. Maybe because their primary audience is people too poor to take a plane, and therefore you take what you can get from them and you *thank* them for it. Fuck 'em with a live wolverine en flambe, as
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Date: 2007-10-27 11:03 pm (UTC)Damn
Date: 2007-10-28 03:26 pm (UTC)