Post by igelkotten on Jun 4, 2005 15:11:53 GMT
So, around this week, most schools in Sweden finish for summer. This means that there is an extraordinary amount of teenagers running around the network, pi$$ed out of thier tiny little minds. Due to the national day on monday, this is also a long weekend, meaning that a lot of peopel also took friday off. The result? A night shift drenched in alchohol, vomit and blood. Blerrgh.
-Two trains were completely thrashed and vandalized to the point of them having to be taken out of service.
-One driver got assaulted, and another one had a near miss that was near enoughfor him to not be able to continue driving.
-Literally droves of unconcious teenagers lying in their own vomit and urine.
-The dear passengers did their very best to kill each other, too: A few stabbings, some assaults and robberies, and a few big fights. One young man, blind drunk, apparently got into a fight at T-Centralen. I was the first train due to pass, so control notified me and asked me to be very cautious when entering the station. As I did so, two security guards and two police officers were there, giviong first aid to the young man, who was lying very, very close to the platform edge, with his face more or less missing.
- Oh, and no night would be complete without a few technical failures, too. One of the trains I was driving was supposed to be split later in the night, but as it turned out, none of the middle cabs were possible to use as leading cabs due to various technical faults.
-And enough missile throwing to think that certain stretches of the line were actually somewhere in Bosnia 1993. Quite a few external body panels and windows went, but since the internal missile-proof glass held, it was mostly a matter of duct-taping the external windows and keep on running.
-And enough graffitti for the people in the depot to get a huge backlog of cars waiting for cleaning.
On top of it all, the new organisation of the security guards being introduced meant that most of the security staff were runnign about like headless chickens with no information about what they were supposed to be doing and where they were needed.
Of course, this was only on the line I worked. I don't know the details of how the night went for the other lines, but I do know that the red line had a stop of about half an hour at least sometime around one in the morning.
Woo-effing-hoo, or something.
-Two trains were completely thrashed and vandalized to the point of them having to be taken out of service.
-One driver got assaulted, and another one had a near miss that was near enoughfor him to not be able to continue driving.
-Literally droves of unconcious teenagers lying in their own vomit and urine.
-The dear passengers did their very best to kill each other, too: A few stabbings, some assaults and robberies, and a few big fights. One young man, blind drunk, apparently got into a fight at T-Centralen. I was the first train due to pass, so control notified me and asked me to be very cautious when entering the station. As I did so, two security guards and two police officers were there, giviong first aid to the young man, who was lying very, very close to the platform edge, with his face more or less missing.
- Oh, and no night would be complete without a few technical failures, too. One of the trains I was driving was supposed to be split later in the night, but as it turned out, none of the middle cabs were possible to use as leading cabs due to various technical faults.
-And enough missile throwing to think that certain stretches of the line were actually somewhere in Bosnia 1993. Quite a few external body panels and windows went, but since the internal missile-proof glass held, it was mostly a matter of duct-taping the external windows and keep on running.
-And enough graffitti for the people in the depot to get a huge backlog of cars waiting for cleaning.
On top of it all, the new organisation of the security guards being introduced meant that most of the security staff were runnign about like headless chickens with no information about what they were supposed to be doing and where they were needed.
Of course, this was only on the line I worked. I don't know the details of how the night went for the other lines, but I do know that the red line had a stop of about half an hour at least sometime around one in the morning.
Woo-effing-hoo, or something.
